Illicit Revelations

The clock ticks louder in silence, your reflection distorts through the glass. Hidden pathways illuminate under synthetic moons, casting shadows of forgotten whispers. The air vibrates with secrets too loud for the ordinary mind.
One breath, two breaths; counting the rhythm of time or perhaps the lack thereof. Metallic tones reverberate as if announcing a truth only dreamt of. Each step a note in a symphony of unspoken desires.
Voices in harmony, synthetic yet real; they sing a song of what is not seen. Touch the echoes of a reality untamed, where wishes merge with the fabric of existence itself.