The clock strikes the absence of time, and walls fade into whispers. Within this undulating night, the forgotten cradle rocks gently, lulled by lullabies spun from shadows. Stars whisper secrets to the dreaming earth, as reality sighs.
An ancient melody calls, unknown origin cloaked in veils of dusk. Lyrics waltz through the midnight breeze, caressing the silence, slipping gently between trees that bow to the sovereign moonsong.
Voices, undefined, persist in déjà vu: "Remember the echoes of what never was...", a fleeting refrain that hangs in the labyrinthine corridors of your thoughts.
The moon’s gentle hue hangs an opalescent veil upon the world. Mirrors reveal their darker passageways, and you might just glimpse what beckons from deeper pools—are they shadows or a reverie? Between the two lies a thin velvet curtain.
Enchanted and forgotten, drift in the aether or find solace in the amber harbors where time is an afterthought.