The clock melted away, leaving puddles of nostalgia on the floors of thought. Shadows whispered secrets of the ancient, cloaked in the comfort of forgotten futures. All around, the walls breathed, tracing lines of midnight conversations, weaving tapestries of silence.
Here, among the echoes, hearts turned like sails against a windless sky; each pulse a ripple in the stillness, drumming beats against the encroaching void. A garden of stars blossomed above, their light a soothing balm for restless dreams.
Click to release the silent stars...