In the silence between heartbeats, what whispers tell of destinies untrodden? Here stands the echo of all that was, intertwined with the shadow of what dreams have yet to become. Lullabies hum beneath the conscious veil, alive with solace and melancholy. Each note a flicker in the night, each silence a grand narrative, before dawn steals its threnody once more.
Somewhere beneath the skin of what is known, lies a tale unwritten—beyond the haunting repetition of the clocks tick, where chronos pauses, and lets the soul unfurl its tapestry. Have we become the dream of yesterday's ambitions? Each sigh a reflection, each iridescent tear a truth yet revealed.
chase a flicker listen to the veil