Midday shadows dance on fleeting memories, like echoes of forgotten songs.
A clock unwinds, scribbling its secret thoughts beneath layers of silent whispers.
In the margins of existence, sketches of love and loss linger, unspoken, heard only in soft breaths.
Once, in the twilight of reality, a single word held the universe:
Veracity distilled into an essence, spilling over the edges of consciousness.
Do you hear it? The wind carries fragments of timeless tales.