Whispers of forgotten dreams echo through the blushing sky.
In the void, a sound unfurls, unraveling the threads of yesterday.
Do you remember the sky, the yellow grass, strangers blending?
Mirror the notes, outline the silence, endless looping.
Mind spirals like smoke, curling stairways to yesterday's fog.
Time is a loop, a needle stuck to an everlasting moment. Click that.
Endlessly drifting, lost between what was and what never became.
Click to chase fleeting echoes.
While you listen, the stars craft a new continuum of soft screams.
What once was a sound now swims like a fish through the air.