The sky fractures in melodies unheard, where clouds whisper secrets of forgotten days. Beneath this vast expanse, time crumbles in dissonant harmonies of language and silence. Rain, a cascade of memories, drips onto the pavement of dreams yet unmade.
Forecasts compiled from shadows and light, tracing the delicate dance of stars in reverse. Winds carry the scent of what once was, and what could be, spiraling in uncertain alignments. Beneath the surface, the world breathes in syncopated rhythms, an orchestra of the unseen.