Have you ever watched clouds morph into stories only to forget them before the last vapor dissipates? We all wear our own neon halos, but sometimes they flicker just the same.
The whispers of distant memories or possibly forgotten futures dine in the labyrinth of your mind. Listen close, and you might catch a glimpse…
Looking for paths less traveled? Wander further
"Echoes of laughter from unseen mouths, spelling secrets in the neon glow..."
Caught in the loop? Rewind time or perhaps embrace the cycle.
And who knew that the sound of silence could be so loud, right?