Whispers in the alleyway intertwine with shadows as echoes, the door stands slightly ajar, a threshold between known and unknown.
Clock hands, twisting, speaking now without words. The rain whispered secrets only the moon could understand. Did you hear them?
The taste of metal, not bitter but sweet, lingered long after the storm. Will you follow? or perhaps stop where the horizon bends.
The girl laughed, not knowing why but resonating with time itself. There's a pattern in chaos a dance familiar yet quaint.
Listen, the universe paws at the edges of comprehension, yearning for a glimpse. Transpose the thoughts, let them be free, or snared upon your whims.
Flicker, flicker, make a wish.
The silence between notes, a piano unmanned playing uncharted symphonies. Revelations splinter into light from, an unseen source. Are you listening?
Beyond the mist, where all traces disappear, the truth...