Whispers trapped in the churning void—never to return.
Passersby, shadows on the periphery, flickering lights in the abyss.
“Do you remember when context unraveled, colors washed away?”
Feel the taste of rust that clings to silent tongues.
A man with a ponderous smile—the echo of laughter ricocheting through empty rooms.
Cobwebbed thoughts scaffolded on yesterday's discarded dreams.
Driving through a clean, quiet void where time becomes tangled threads.
[Imagine white noise washing over; memories collide and annihilate each other]
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