The clock hums a melody beneath the bed, its hands spinning tales faster than light. Echoes of silenced whispers cling to the walls, insisting on journeys never taken. Navigate the nexus of shadow and glimmering thought.
Here lies a door, slightly ajar, behind which truth flickers like an old filmstrip in candlelight. Mistakes caress the horizon, changing hue with the frequency of your heartbeat. Observe the dance of thoughts slipping through azure cracks...