In the yellow fog of an evening too warm to be autumn, the cat danced on neon circuits. Beside the ancient clock, the secret tick-tock of ribcage echoes. Eternal, impertinent, short-lived whispers!
A recipe for chaos? Blend one part seafoam, two parts forgotten tunes. Stir rapidly to a pulse of 128 beats. Serve under a sky crowded with balloons singing pop songs from dim alleys long abandoned.
Did you see that? Fragment of yesterday, fragmented like hazy memories that twirl around the lamplights, whispering stories only half-true, draped in the velvet shroud of laughter-echoes...
The specters painted murals on the ceiling once. Do you recall? Immortal sandwiches cascading through forgotten tunnels. They escape into raindrop enigmas, carrying secrets of skipping stones...
An oddity? An aberration? Nonsensical equations on the backs of postcards forgotten in long-gone trains...
But then! Time loops back to when the sky tasted of honey and turquoise, and conversations whisked like lullabies intertwined with spontaneous laughter...