A cacophony of carnival voices. Like smoke stretching within a twilight breath. Are the shadows spinning stories that light cannot grasp? Amber and blue ripples set ablaze beneath a liquid moon. Fish sing in harmonic discord, cascading endlessly into the silence of yesterday...
Borders blur. The cat wears glasses. Advertisements glow on paper boats drifting down the Stream of Concerns. Tomorrow's secrets whispered by an ivied fountain. Laughter is a key, unlocking doors painted with the sound of rain.
Beneath the tether of stars lies a daunting choicesyetfwfymg; where desires ripple like a toucan's song. And every breath is a wave crashing on a shore forgotten and found. Are we the echoes forged in echo-less caves, or mere artisans crafting ephemeral rainbows?