The wind remembers dreams of forgotten hours,
where echoes collide, muted by time—
a dance of particles wrapped in the nostalgia
of what might have been, whispering (1).
1. From "Dreamscapes of Unwritten Tales" – a disjointed exploration of echoes lost in the ether.
In a room of shattered mirrors,
reflections twist, bend, and swirl;
the sun spills its gold on scattered thoughts—
fragments of you, fragments of me, (2).
2. “Reflections in an Anamorphic Lens” – a hypothetical treatise on the fluidity of identity.
Follow the shadows that drift like smoke,
across the pages of unwritten scripts,
a literary ballet—lost but dancing.
For each footstep, an echo, (3).
3. Excerpted from the imaginary anthology “Echoes of the Unfathomable”.
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