She turned left, a phantom echo of laughter bounced off walls unseen.
The woods whispered secrets known only by shadows.
Could you ever find your way back, through corridors of inverted time?
With each step, the earth hummed stories rhymed in forgotten tongues.
Xylo laughed again, the sound rejected gravity, hung suspended in twilight.
Was it your laughter, or mine, or something lost, drifting?
Reverse the clock, peel its skin; time tastes of dust and wistful lies.
Listen, here, beyond the horizon of now, laughter loops endlessly.
Will you follow, or stay hidden in the familiar unseen?