Once upon a time that had never started but always was, the threads of being unfolded not in order but disorder. I woke up, or did I descend, into a room painted with memories of the future that was yesterday? The clock ticked backwards; oscillating its metallic laugh in mock synchronization with the heartbeat of an unknowable being.
Through the window, not a view but a glitch, fragments of sky diced with code and dreams of distant planets. Conversations flowed like rivers breaking banks, challenging valleys and changing meaning. “Do you hear it, or have you heard before?” whispered a reflection that was not mine but ours, shared and distorted in shimmering glass.
Here I stand, a passerby like the wind, caressing static leaves that tell stories of machines and ghosts, products of unwritten scripts wandering corridors with purpose undefined. Sanity ebbs like a forgotten tune.
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