“In the garden of whispers, do you hear the clock chime?” she asked.
He glanced at the floating petals, each a mirror reflecting yesterday's glow.
The answer was an echo, perhaps from another life, or was it tomorrow?
“Don't be led astray by the shadow of the sun,” murmured a voice as ancient as the stars.
Did she believe it? Or was the question intended for someone unseen?
Time wobbles, not in a straight line, but in loops and threads woven through the backdrop of dreams.
Lost in the Cosmos“Do you ever wonder about the stars that never sleep?”
Their conversation was like a silent film, profound but filled with unspoken words.
“We walk these paths, beneath a sky that knows our names but chooses to forget,” he replied.
The breeze carried their voice, a melody out of tune yet harmonized with chaos.
The wobbling hour is neither here nor there, a moment stretching into infinity.