“Echoes of the past collide with quivering dreams. Static hums through the air—an ethereal frequency, where echoes float like forgotten pieces of candy.
Trailing fingers graze against unseen memories, cascading through twisted architectures of the subconscious.
Where do paths meet? In the spaces where silence fills with electric whispers—muffled notes of bygone melodies vibrating beneath the skin.
Trees dissolve into inkblots at dusk, shadows rewrite their stories with a reckless abandon—here, the wind speaks in static…
A hand points, but each direction flickers like a candle extinguished—do you hear the murmurs too?
Clicks and hums usher you to
lost silhouettes, beacons of uncertainty leading you to
fractured breaths…”