The clock whispered in forgotten tongues,
ticking towards the unraveling of midnight
where only the echo of a gaze lingers.
.ereht os tfiws dna ylno ton,
oS .ecnereferp ytoohs ,ylno ereht .snikorb taht srediuhs
denwo mrof a setaf ot evah sevitanretla.
Once, beneath the veil of muted stars,
a letter without ink found rest,
etched with memories misplaced yet familiar.
The sound of silence spoke a language
not meant for words, yet inside it
a mirror echoed the absence of names.