In the midst of a beat, the clock ticks irregular, not quite fitting into the puzzle of yesterday, tomorrow doesn't consider here. Echoes of forgotten plans slip between the lines of a book that's never read, pages turning on their own whims.
The dance of shadows across the wall suggests a story that isn't written, characters meeting in a cafe that doesn't exist, yet still sit and sip coffee like life is normal. Outside, the world hums a tone, harmonious or discordant it's hard to say, perhaps both at once—
and the train of thought finds itself lost at a station, signs flickering with names that spark recognition without context. A melody begins, soft and distant, the start of a song humming in the background, fading in and out, like dreams that slip away with morning light.
Behind the MelodyDissonance of Dreams
Looping Timewave