Fluorescent Echoes

In the beginning, there was a whisper—

Echoing through the vibrant interplay of light, colors began to coalesce. Each hue bore a fragment of memory, refracted through time as a prism would dazzle a spinning world.

Once on the cusp of dusk, a solitary figure with a shattered smile wandered among the luminescent trees. The air shimmered, carrying murmurs of dreams long forgotten and dreams yet to be dreamt.

“What am I to do?” They thought, entangled within the electric dance of fluorescent fog. “Shall I capture these fleeting glimpses, these threads of existence?” The intensity of each word echoed back in vibrational waves.