Can you hear it? The relentless rhythm beneath your thoughts It pushes and pulls, toying, like waves squeezing sand castles. The clock ticks, but not here. Not now. Echoes of laughter, masked whispers in crowds that only see shadows of dreams. A sea of commuters shifting, nodding to a beat unheard, unheard until the world closes in and hears its own breath.
Fleeting visions, like past lives clinging to familiar scents. It's warm in the corridor, there's a trickle of laughter somewhere else. You wonder if someone sees blue cats beneath the flickering sun. Striped elevators carrying fragments of lives not lived yet, and doors, oh the doors—they all lead somewhere you've been not to be seen before.
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