Translate the silence, listen to the echoes. Echoes
Uncharted dreams weave through the consciousness,
a kaleidoscope of unseen whispers.
Murmurs of forgotten realities,
someone else remembers the lightning.
The clock turns backwards, but time never left.
Eyes meeting across the void,
the air thick with invisible threads.
Fragmented and disjointed, the memories whisper
about the time the stars fell.
What was not said, lives in the corners of reality. The Fall