Reflections in Fractured Glass

Once upon a neon whisper, the clocks ticked sideways as shadows leapt into kaleidoscopic suns. Energy crackled in whispers of metallic greens and persimmon reds—joy became silk threads unraveling through cosmic mazes.

Listen! The echoes of forgotten razors dance behind translucent walls, weaving tales of rain-soaked mornings where dreams seep into yesterday's tapestry.

In the heart of entropy, where chaos waltzes with frail order, every ripple in the breeze contains a secret waiting to unravel. Glimmers of gold, shadows sculpted by cerulean fires, silently scream.