A whisper of a forgotten time glimmers in fragments—an echo in the reverberating night. Three lamps, flickering lifelines wade through the ashen fog. Do you remember? No? Yes.
The clock ticks backward and the cat's eye glints with unshed tears of moonlight lost in desperate beyonds. A door creaks, half-open, three unread books scattered upon infinite angles of light. Or perhaps, imbecilic associations.
Between dreaming and waking lies the eternal harbor of disconnect, where petals rain from invisible trees. There, past the horizon, a ship whistles—a meow? An esoteric soliloquy gestures.
Walk through the corridor here and beyond the world, trace the shimmer of undefined truths caught in sunsets that sing lullabies in an alien tongue.
Collect these memories like seashells; each hollow with yesteryear's breath, carried away by tides. Links drip like rain on thirsty minds seeking solace in fractured sands.