Time melts in the shadow's grip, where clocks become whispers and the sun dances in disguise. I am but a fragment, floating, tethered to nothing but illusions of light refracting through a broken prism. It's an eclipse of thoughts—...
Do you remember the way the sky fractured? Like porcelain underfoot, shards of night and day intermingling in a chaotic waltz. We stood there, witnesses to our own unravelling, hands tracing the edges of what was once whole.
In the distance, a forgotten melody. Perhaps a song of the stars or a call of the void? It echoes, it resonates, it screams in silence. I am lost in this symphony of shadows, an orchestra tuning to a pitch only the cosmos understands.