As clock hands whisper in the night, echoes of unfelt rhythms shimmer, casual conversations left stranded in passageways of existence. Unarticulated thoughts dance over strangers’ shoulders, haunting with tales unspoken.
The streets embrace silence while burdened shufflers carry remnants of forgotten joy: "Do you hear the sound of a sigh?" An unscripted story unfolds, threading through metallic fountains spilling golden tones that resonate with urgency.
A report found on the edge of occlusion: Marketplace chatter translates to sudden joy, a cryptic invitation to enter a frame once deemed mundane.
Navigating through diode-lit corners, the pulse of marrow flashes a timeline undefined. Is laughter merely a molecule held in suspension?
Absorb the world as a fish to water, sloshing the crevices of large sounds passing as background noise—a concoction waiting for its muse.
Chasing Echoes Unheard Chords Flavors of Silence