1965, the space in sound.
Cloud Number Nine, floating memories.
Each heartbeat, a clock ticking backward.
In the moonlight, shadows dance forever.
The grammar of dreams, unbound.
Whispers unraveling through time's tapestry.
What do the stars not whisper?
Footsteps of yesterday, eternally etched.
The knife glints in the dust of history.
Frogs embrace the sound of silence.
Notification expired, embrace the void.
Loops of the Forgotten | Fragments in Time