Melting Dreams

As the sun drips overhead, golden torrents cascade down the horizon, shifting shapes like memories submerged in the lake of time. An ethereal whisper fills the air, promising an unraveling of what once was.

Time drips, slides, and curls like smoke between fingers, and barren landscapes emerge—filled with the forgotten echoes of forgotten beings. Can you sense the hues? Pink, then amber, swirling in their dance, accompanied by a soft symphony of sighs.

In this tainted melting point, reality bends into the formless, stretching the fabric of existence to its very limit, as shimmering apparitions flicker like candle flames caught in an unseen wind.

What was you, what will be? Paths intertwine, and we become threads, unraveling beneath the weight of melting moments.

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