Somewhere, shades of lavender whispered to the forgotten moon,
tracing patterns in the ancient dust, scattered by silent winds.

A clock ticks backward in the realm of dreams,
where time dares not to trespass, softly singing of yo-yos and lost sailors.

Fragmented echoes of laughter chase shadows,
fleeting confessions melt into ephemeral twilight,
and somewhere beneath the waves, a door awaits—unlocking secrets.