"Have you ever tried to count the stars beneath the ocean?" whispered the clock to the butterfly. It ticked in rhythm with a breath.
"I saw a shadow, but it wasn't dark," replied the whispering curtain. "It shimmered like a forgotten song."
"The faces of the cube," murmured the liquid shadows, "are like dreams woven in the fabric of time." A pause, then, "Shall we dance?"
Follow the Echo