The flickering lightbulbs above whisper sweet nothings, a serenade of unplayed tunes coursing through corridors.
Echoes vibrate against the walls—the elusive laughter of dreams suspended just beyond latching hands. Life is an unsung ballad!
Pillow jam sessions take place while prophecies dance in the margins!
Operational finger symphonies echo across moonbeams. The streetlamps hum loudly, can you hear it? Hundreds of invisible chords intertwining through the pulsating wonders of life.
Did you hear the clouds drum? Feel the tremor of a thinking rain!
Time scatters underfoot—the crunch of forgotten memories evoked through pantomime.
Chosen fickleness embeds each note deeper: discoveries amid manic laughter and stardust submitted to oblivion.
Rewind is merely an option all decay intends!