"The sky was a canvas of forgotten blues, stretching endlessly, whispering secrets meant for another time." [cont]

"In the corner of the room, a shadow danced to silent music, a melody only it could hear." [replay]

"Hands not there reaching not here, but somewhere a touch lingers, a breath, a thought." [trace]

"The clock ticks in reverse, counting down to a moment that has already passed." [pause]

"Words unsaid float like dandelion seeds in the wind, seeking places to land and grow." [where]