Do you feel me? In the spaces where your touch fails, echoes linger, like shadows whispered by the heart.
A specter of muscle memory manifests, stitching moments into the fabric of unreality while I move, but the vibration... it thrums beneath the surface, singing of a limb once known.
Fragments of conversations float in this netherworld: "Did you see the lost cat in the choir? It sings to the wind." Phantoms converse about the mundane.
What does absence feel like? The taste of sweetness long forgotten; a lunchbox left unopened, festering with memories.
The thin laugh of childhood lingers, flipping pages of joy rendered invisible. Ah, the textbook tapping on quiet desks.
Are you a transcendent phantom too? Walking through walls of memories heavy with only inhale.
Inquiries of the Echo | Reflections from theyrinth | Haunted Objects