Whirling memories, suspended wisdom in prisms of light, every glance frays the edges of certainty.
Like a breeze stitched from whispers, they dance across horizons, inconceivable echoes in digital waves.
The voices converge—do they harmonize, or is it chaos draped in velvet? Silence sometimes whispers louder.
Illumination flickers; do you see the truth or just reflections of dreams intertwined with fabric of the unknown?
Perhaps numbers are what swallow time; calculations of heartbeats in rhythmic symphony.
Unraveling the layers: click, enter, blast off into the void, endeavors soulless yet gorging on the tender ache of existence.
A Serenade in a Skyscraper