Fading Mirages

Whispers bounce, echo like borrowed breath. Shimmering across the mist, Streets filled with invisible rain—hold onto air, palpitating, dissolving. Time stretches, pulls taut—then snaps like a thirsty vine.

Each memory, a mirage—fades, flickers, shapes blend, washed in colors of twilight, shadowed secrets drift like leaves caught in a spiral. Hours flow, cubed upon soft velvet, never too deep, never too shallow; flowing, ebbing.

Look closely, what do you see? An endless mirrored sky? Oceanic depths that never yield? Pulses unfolding—capital letters abduct ordinary words; meanings unwoven into curls of verbatim laughter.

A theatre where silence applauds the stunning disarray, chromatic chaos beckons you to dance; will we glide, as light wanes?

The pathway beckons, luminous threads binding fragments of dusk with soft echoing giggles. Sustainability rumbles, ideas flicker, art is their breath. Come, wander in circles, lose yourself—you're just a step away.

Whispers of Dusk Tangled Reveries Pixels of Anxiety