"In a world without echoes, how do whispers find their way?"

"She always preferred the sound of rain on aluminum."

"Wait, was it the clock that stopped, or us?"

"Did you hear the footsteps? Or were they just between the words?"

"His eyes were closed, but the landscape still unfolded."

"Sometimes the past is only a breath away."

"Tick, tick, it was broken before we even wound it."

"Chronicles of a dream not yet dreamt..."

"Between sleep and wakefulness, there lies another reality."