In the absence of sound, where echoes have forgotten their purpose, a glow winks
at shadow edges — deftly tracing voids in forgotten corridors.
If you listen closely, spheres pop in tempo with silence,
like ribs bending under the weight of dreams untold.
The sky beneath our feet remembers when stars fell
— before gravity invented itself amidst whispering debts.
Light retires here, unshielded by promises,
nestled within another tomorrow's unjust rain.
Yield to the calm contest,
greets from afar like requiem refrains in
the husk of a serenading clock.
Follow the pavement to realms afar, where pathways diverge in obsidian tales.