Inside the dreams of bicycles, their spokes whisper fractured blue lines beneath the concrete oceans. Floating entities like the cogs of time adorned in twilight drizzle.
Scattered remnants of forgotten speeches, unfathomable rhymes echo through transparent walls. Silence's melody, persistent in the shadows, the clang of unread books perpetually whispered.
Did you ever catch the murmuration of voices beneath the skin of our dreams, where wheels speak in parallel lines streaking through the abyss? enter maze