Through the misty lens of refracted moments, a figure wanders: shoes dissolving into gravel with each step, an endless loop of unfulfilled desires cascading across reflective surfaces that drown thoughts in pools of shimmering despair.
The candy-coated sky spills threats of rain, a downpour of technicolor shadows backlit by whispers of forgotten lullabies. Each droplet a memory, each hue bleeding into the next until even the most vibrant passions lose saturation, lying on roads littered with regret.
A click resonates, sliding doors open into fractal cathedrals where echoes dance like fireflies, trapped in the infinite corridors of your own forgetfulness. Do you remember arriving?
And glance, beneath this floating visage—a surreal narrative of tangled vines woven through time. What is it to lose oneself in the grasp of ephemeral threads? Venture into the realm of lunar gazes.
Yet, as the colors fade, a new dawn hints at arrival within the departure; languid philosophies emerge from the cobwebbed corners. What was once blurred now sharpens.