whispers of yesterday merge into tomorrow's carnival, the sky a painted alleyway of unspoken words and transient truths; a dance undone yet forever in motion...
the clock ticks backwards, serenading the stars hidden behind daylight's curtain; hands reaching for the infinite echoing in a fruitless grasp...
voices of a crowded solitude converse in a language of muted colors, harmonies dissonant yet familiar; a labyrinth of reflections seeking solace...
in shadows they linger, these phantoms of memory, waltzing through twilight's embrace; echoes of laughter blend with the sigh of the autumn wind...