Murmurs Beneath
In a world of perpetual twilight, where the machinery of dreams hums silently,
forgotten whispers weave through the air, mechanical and distant.
The clock ticks, yet time is an illusion.
Shadows dance in the glow of unlit stars, echoing secrets of once-lived moments.
Listen closely, and you might hear the echoes of luminescent echoes,
or perhaps the sighs of eternal silence.