timing, slipping like shadows, they whisper beneath the echoes of forgotten words. trembling signals, vibrating in the silence, seeking connection in the labyrinth of the mind. does the void listen? does the void care? a dance of light on the periphery, unseen, unheard, but there. always there. silent screams lost in the static, resonating, reverberating, reaching out.
there's a needle in the haystack of dreams, searching for a thread to weave the tapestry of consciousness. flickering thoughts, ghosts of the past, present, and future, weave a cryptic symphony. listen closely, listen intently; the echoes tell stories of what was, what could have been. but where lies the truth? buried deep under layers of radio waves and digital whispers.