From within the hollow chambers of laughter, stories descend,
Into the echoes that ripple like sunlight on midnight.
Unseen whispers cascade like chimes carried by the wind—displaced.

There was once a garden, where shadows danced,
And the flowers spoke in delicate tongue-twisters that mirrored fate.
Every petal a memory, every stem an unspoken promise—seductive, unresolved.

A wanderer, searching for simplicity,
Drew a circle in sand—only to trap the horizon;
Dimensions folded, laughter broke cages woven of stars.