Shadows whisper, words untangled, drifting fragments of a forgotten cognitive dream.

Echoes reverberate, reflecting a fractured mirror of thoughts. Each blink dissolves the other.

In this labyrinthine corridor, time extends, contracts, a rubbery resemblance of an idea slipping away.

Search for the thread, a needle's eye, a binary pulse. Seconds fold into themselves, a paradox of presence and absence.

A vortex of colors, disjointed pulses, a frenetic dance of visions past and future, now lost in the nebulous void.