Interlude of the Removed Rooster

Can you hear it? The symphony of the untold mornings? A rooster, clucking in an echo-less void, dancing between the beams of light and shadow. Once here, now...gone. But not forgotten. Not quite.

In this chamber, every footstep is a whisper, reverberating with the passion of untold stories, of vibrant moments caught in the crescendos of time. And yet, what is a chamber without its echoes? Without its flickering memories? A silent cathedral, waiting for the next crescendo.

• Tick of Forgotten Clocks
• Reflections in Fragmented Mirrors
• The Dance of the Shadows

Imagine the rooster’s final crow. It ricochets, bounces, tumbles through walls unseen, seeking out the corners of empty rooms, weaving a tapestry of sound and silence. The energy, the enthusiasm! We can only hope to encapsulate it with words, or perhaps a forgotten melody, hidden away in the dusty corners of memory.

So we stand here, in this interlude, listening to the reverberations of things unseen, things unheard. And we wait, with bated breath, for another crow, another echo, another moment suspended in time.