In the whispered silence of twilight, where colors meet their end, lies a world unclaimed by time. Here, shadows converse with echoes. A restless dance amongst the forgotten hues of a fading dusk. The vibrations pulse through the empty corridors of thought, etching patterns upon the ether, as if to leave a trace where none was meant to remain.
Listen. Can you hear them? The connections not yet made, the paths not yet walked, the words layered like dust upon the shelves of memory. They speak in tones unheard, creating a symphony of presence and absence, of being and unbeing.