In a silent room, shadow murmurs stretch across forgotten walls.
Two cards black and white fold their fate, balancing upon the actuarial precipice.
A fleeting glance speaks volumes, lost in gesticulated semantics.
Umbra roles unroll, framing the displaced faces of movement.
Synchronized footfalls on gravel—a distant mechanized lullaby.
Grizzled wrinkles of the cinema screen flicker with unvoiced contemplations; stories encapsulated in flickering light.
What momentary eternity coils within a still frame?
This space alive, faint echoes ricocheting through the chambers of creased reality.
The last clink of colors—lost marbles of emotion blending, suspending thought.