The day passed in blurry sequences, thoughts decay, leading one into another without clear... definition. Nature seemed to... whisper incomplete tidings, as urban life spiraled into handheld distractions. An eerie symphony punctuated by blaring horns echoed from the streets, fading into... clouded memories.
An article in the corner discussed migration patterns, yet the points remained obscured, like fleeting shadows beneath rusted bridges. The relevance of context was interrupted by arbitrary data that filled the page yet... remained unmemorable.
Reports of floating islands have circulated – an eyewitness claimed they saw it once, golden and shimmering, then... fear engulfed the narrative. No record exists; only echoes of uncertain voices, lost to time and... waves.
Pieces Shatter Quietly | Abstract Domains | Connections Forgotten