The Morning in the City of Never-More:
It was a day like honey, thick and drizzled in luminous spills across cobblestone avenues... The air tasted different, suffused with memories of whispers long forgotten. Miles had turned into sand beneath my feet, shifting, shaping... a path walked by shadows in the crescent moon. Dive deeper, you told me once, past layers of thought. And at what depth did you find the stars?
Yesterday, Perhaps Tomorrow:
I found myself under a ceiling that never was, staring into aging sockets of light. Your face flicked through posters peeling on the walls, words scattered like fallen leaves, inscribing the song of our passing times. Did we change? Or simply choose another vein of fate to mine? Follow glimpses of Aprils past as they walk unhurried paths lined by choices different from ours.
The Hour of Mysterious Interjects:
I stood amidst the ticking echoes of walls breathing ancient lifespans, each knock synchronizing with indecipherable beats. A clock ticked on the mantle, heads turned to its rhythm, weaving fantastically fragmented stories. And over there, a door you never opened leans towards wisdom wrapped in dust. Why ask it? Let the questions trail off into distant horizons.
Step outside the agora of the mundane hidden abysses or linger in phenomena-strewn memories in echoes of cosmic flutters.