The tentacles of reality blur in the quiet nodes of the mind. Where do the shadows whisper?
A voice beckons - an echo in the non-space. The clock ticks in loops, in reverse. Are the eyes always watching?
Decoding the cipher hidden in dreams; threads woven with secrecy. Beware the static, it transmits.
Curtain RevealWhat lies beyond the perceived? A web - not for catching, for entrapment.
Silence holds the key. Listen closely to the noise.