Twinkling whispers of forgotten stars sing kingdoms once etched in invisibility.
Shadows breathe, for they recognize the tune of a dance that swayed the sun.
Listen closely; the walls hold tales of dreams held in an ever-tightening embrace.
Have you met the clock that forgets to tick? Its voice is thunder under oceans of tranquility.
It called yesterday, promising symphonies from veils of time misplaced.
We played the foolish strings upon that forgotten lullaby.
Glide along the path where celestial marmalade stalls with orbiting pastries and galactic teacups.
There, divinities whisper secrets of improbable parabolas only understood by jester moons.
Rub your eyes and see the creatures dance, their waltz a forgotten logarithm.