Every shadow speaks a language unknown,
Geometry falters beneath the weight of lost echoes.
"...did the train pass beneath the river?"
A question unasked, yet answered vividly.
"The stars align on the tips of your dreams, casting spells upon silence," she mused,
her fingers tracing runes upon the velvet night.
Had she weaved the universe anew,
from strands of whispered nostalgia?
A forgotten alley, paved with memories,
beckons the weary soul—
shadows stretch and giggle, teasing gravity itself,
trace the laughter.
The lighthouse stands unmoving,
a sentinel of dreams long extinguished.
"Will you jump, or shall I fall first?" the voices giggle,
beneath waves of luminescent uncertainty.
As the clock strikes thirteen,
time folds in on itself; the stories begin anew—
enter the loop.