Through the veiled corridors our thoughts wander...
The raven's paradox. Yellow shoes on a crimson dance floor. Who walks beneath the clock tower, balanced stars above their head?
Twilight merging into tangential ripples, the ocean whispers secrets to the sky. But the sky only knows the chords of its own eternity.
Echoes: — fragments of a sentence: "She said to him, beneath the falling leaves..."
And then, an umbrella was painted in rainbows. Not to shield, but to invite the sun inside.
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