The Whispers of Tomorrow

"He said, 'The lost hour never really returned—just cloaked in colors we couldn't see.' Twirling thoughts, rhythms of life."

"Do the clocks bleed? I thought everywhere was the right path until the stones pulled me another way, like gravity unraveled."

"She laughed like the sky poured open; 'What if the maps were mere illusions? Isn't that what we've always known in inversion?’"

"Next destiny? Perhaps yet unforeseen. Days flutter, flutter too slowly, and then there's the evening's liquid crème."

"Perhaps we should chase echoes instead. I could hear conspiracy among the sighing oranges on the table."

"Are we stitched stars in a quilt of folly? Or is life just this fog dancing towards dawn?"