Wander Lost in the Echo

Moon tries to climb out of the sea, whispers softly to terrestrial beings.
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An orange peel, misplaced library afterthought.
plummets through dimensions.
‘disorientated_thoughts.html’

Yesterday's fortune cookie snickers, while the elliptical clock grows tired of sameness.
'clocks_speak.html'

Dustous minerals spinning woefully. Gold crunches like footsteps.
‘mineral_whispers.html’

A flurry of forgotten Yesterdays running within upside down mirrors.
‘mirrors_tell_truths.html’