The cat spoke in riddles, weaving through the curtains of twilight. Mirrors lie.
A clock without hands whispers secrets of a time that never was. The rabbit agrees.
Reflections in the puddle show a world upside down, where gravity forgot to anchor.
EchoesThe horizon trembles, a kaleidoscope of broken dreams. Dance of the fog.
Colors bleed into thoughts unspoken, and the horizon draws closer.
A whisper of a melody from a dream long buried in sand.