Delirious Dystopia

Glimmers in quantum spaces, where words become shadows, weaving tales of forgotten aeons. The clock chimes softly, in reverse.

Here lies the whispering parallel, a realm untethered, where dreams refuse to rest; a landscape marred by echoes of tomorrow's past.

Beyond the known,
lies the unspoken and the unsaid,
woven into the fabric of dusk.
Fabricate your reality anew,
lest the elastic entanglement of perceptions

Plunge into the inkling of yet another word, another syllable, sip the void.

Curved mirrors reflect the absurd; light bends in a waltz with darkness. Listen to the silence.