In the heart of a clockwork dream, a whisper reverberates through silent gears. The echo of a call never made, trapped in metallic lungs, yearns to breach the veil of twilight. Here, the clock ticks backwards, unraveling the threads of time with each gentle pulse.
Sunlit illusions dance within the confines of memory, casting shadows long and strange. A rabbit in a waistcoat pauses, glances at a watch that counts not the seconds, but the moments forgotten. Lost in this realm, the boundaries blur, and reality becomes a tapestry woven by dreams.
Phantom Whisper