Shattered glass reflections, a whirlpool of thoughts; underneath the ocean of consciousness, silent cries of ancient tales reverberate. Was it a cat, a midnight wanderer, or perhaps a lost kite searching for its string in the void? These questions hang in the evening air, floating like dandelion seeds on a breath of wind.

The clock melted into a puddle of amber and honey. Somehow, it felt important, perhaps more than the ticking echoes of reality pressing its weight on weary shoulders. Laughter in the distance, fractured and fading, hinting at secrets woven into the fabric of dreams, never spoken, forever unseen.

Follow the Echo Beyond the Horizon