“The shadows dance like moths around the flame of forgotten clocks, ticking down to nowhere.”
“Do bottles float in this liquid memory? I can hear her laugh, it sounds like breaking glass.”
“There’s a cat with three tails, and each one tells a story that folds into the next.”
“The walls breathe in sync with the rhythm of lost voices; I think they remember.”
“Is the sky always that color? It feels like lemon and ash.”
“He said the roses bloom on the other side, where the whispers forget to fade.”
“I tasted the words. They were as sweet as rust.”
“Time is a series of paintings that dissolve in the rain; everything whispers but nothing listens.”
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