The clock ticks suspended.
Whispers ripple beneath the skin.
Shadows find comfort in fleeting moments.
Do you taste the silence?
Forgotten edges of inkblots.
Yesterday melts into tomorrow.
Do you see it -- heartbeat echoes?
No closure. Just a spiral.
Threads of memories knit together in the dark.
Can you hear the frequencies?
Connect to the whispers of the mind: Mythic Echoes, Gray Dances.