From the internal mechanism, gears shredding the fabric, there hums an enthusiastic chatter, a melody out of thin air. Listen! Schools of invisible fish darting between cogs and wires, thrums of endless conversation holding the world atop precarious joy.
"Bring the edges closer," they plead, rocking the sands of time. Pages in a book flick at reckless abandon, future penned in haphazard synchronicity. Spirals, you've seen them, twinkling from the edge of everything — we leap through circles of oblivion.
Yvonne with the spectral wings orchestrates this panorama; dust motes, they dance to the soft murmur of invisible beats. Hand us the moon, they whisper.
Don't look away — the tapestry is woven of bright threads and forgotten tales. Chatters and clatters beneath the surface; a hidden universe in each pulse of electric pink, our choices light the way.