Once upon a time beneath the tangled branches of an epoch now submerged in silence, conversations faded like echoes of windswept whispers. Awakened dreams whispered through the corridors of time, forming echoes of laughter lost to the shade of existence.
The clock, without hands, dilutes certainty into murmurs of intangible shades, gathering warmth from the forgotten embers of yesterday's glow. Here, in the recess of collective consciousness, visions float aimlessly, grasping for anchor in nebulous reality.