The Fragments of Perception

The alarm blaring, or was it the echo of a past dawn unraveling?

A memory, crystalline yet distant, floated in the hallways of his mind.

She danced before him, suspended within a tapestry of whispers.

The streets buzzed with neon flashbacks; a cacophony breaching time.

He sat, enveloped within the conversations she'd never voice aloud.

Leaves rustling underfoot, a prelude to the night's ballet of forgotten echoes.

There it lay—a compass outdated, whispering directions to The Nowhere.

Was this a path of destiny codified within gypsy chants of the city?

The scent of rain, memories dissolving within pavements remade.

Underneath the arcane moon—a fleeting prism, calling home.

Something intangible reached as her reflection danced, liquid silver, across the skies.

She turned a corner into the presence of nowhere, a whisper piercing the fabric of twilight dreams.