The faint echo of an urgent breeze whispers secrets through the cracks of silence.
Beyond the threshold of mundane chatter, there unfolds a tapestry woven of flickering dreams.
A clock ticks backwards in the shadows; its hands gesture to the stars that weep in their celestial solitude.
The walls of reason are but a mirage, dancing softly in the waltz of a lunatic's gaze.
Seek the hidden paths of the vagrant star, where whispers turn to echoes.
In the murmur lies the truth of unknown voices, uttering secrets in the stillness of the night.
Do you dare listen to the lukewarm breeze that sings lullabies of madness?