Phantasmal echoes of apples nestled in the dust of forgotten corners
where memories eat away at the edges of dreams beckoning decay —
the bakery shelves cloaked in shadows whisper secrets of yeast and water.
Fungal flourish transmutes the five-second mirror into a crypt so brittle
bread-like crumbs dissolved in breath, sticky underfoot, unheard by the unseeing.
Span the void; time's hunger gnaws at the corners of existence.