Whispers cascade like shadows, and flightless echoes wander through unspoken corridors where light dances the macabre tango. What sings of silence like a lullaby in the dark?
A fractal of unsettled dreams implodes, perched atop memories made of glass. Dare to peer?... Every gaze returns a phantom; what seeks to define itself is forever altered.
Here lies the remnants of forgotten conversations, where the unsung songs tread softly on the surface of your mind... The lizards of envy bask beneath phantom suns as the clock counts down the forgotten.
Shattered intentions litter the path of would-be tomorrow; fervently trailing the elusive whimsy of yesterday’s thoughts. What remains to be felt if not for the echoes?