"Did you hear it? Somewhere far off, like a bell that never rang, echoes of..." They were speaking again, but the words slipped through fingers like sand.

"...and she said, 'I think the clock is singing backwards again,' which made no..." "How do the colors taste when the wind brushes past your thoughts?"
An old tree whispered secrets, but no one bothered to listen because the shadows told better stories.

"You have to believe in the invisible orbs that hover just outside the edges of the waking world."

"Excuse me, where do we find tomorrow's echoes?" asked the girl with the mismatched shoes.
"Over there," said the wind, "next to yesterday's dreams."

The room filled with an amber glow as the spheres began to hum a tune from a forgotten time. Dancing Lights
"...and they all floated away, into a sky painted with the colors of silence..."