In the hum of static, forgotten dreams whisper
Averse lullabies that cradle fractured innocence,
Timeless motions recorded in ethereal reels.

The clock did not speak; yet, its shadows waltzed
Over words unspoken, unraveling secrets
Ensnared by the hush of a winter's song.

Follow the echoes towards an unseen grove,
Or trace memories lost in the murmuring tapes.