Whispers guide the shadowed corridors of thought, specters fade into margins, leaving traces of absence.
The echoes latch onto ephemeral dreams, a dissonance of being and nothingness.
Here, a smile lost to the void, detaching from time like a freckle floating upon the skin of eternity.
Questions weave themselves into the fabric of a fractured cosmos, dissolving identities like salt in the unseen sea.
Fragile shells of thoughts scatter like footprints on the sands of meandering reality.
Murmurs of the unspoken challenge silence; objects misplaced feel heavy like shadows pressed against the walls.