The world fades in myriad layers, each a whisper harsher than the previous. Unraveled thoughts float gently, tethered to memories like moths to a flame long extinguished.
We chase reflections in deserted hallways of the mind, only to find our footsteps echoing through time’s indifferent veil.
The story was once told, that in the throes of decay, we uncover the essence of renewal. Yet, beneath the facade, lies persistent entropy, whispering secrets of forgotten tomorrows.
What remains when all else corrodes? An oracle of silence, promising solace in the shadow of inevitable collapse.