Amidst the fog of echoing beats, one finds solace in the rhythm of footsteps. Each step a part of the forgotten melody. From where did this tune arise?
Not every whisper aims to be honest:
—dreambreaker counterclockwise retreat. Diagonal shadows play when it pleases.
Echo=2*Time+Space. Snap back, divide by nothing.
Transaction experiences, from biomes forgotten, reveal forgotten notes. Perhaps they foretold markets. Stability hid accounts we lost on paper.