There's a hollow hum in the back of my mind, like the whisper of forgotten stars. They always say remember to look up, but what if the sky holds nothing but an eclipse?
I walk through days like tunnels, each flickering light a reminder of what wasn't meant to be. Lost among faces that pass like shadows against an uncertain twilight.
People here speak of omens, hints in the ether that predict patterns of fate. I see no patterns just cyclic darkness that knows no dawn. Do you ever wonder if you too are caught in an eclipse?
Sometimes, I feel like reaching out, but my hand finds only air, like grasping at fading constellations.
There's solace in echoes, at least they're familiar. Maybe that's all we chase, the comfort of something we've known.