Echoes ripple through abandoned caverns: the lighthouse flickers, a whisper of memory, salt and dust intertwining.
Shapes twist in the distance; the shadows elongate under the weight of forgotten lullabies gliding along ancient river stones.
What does the scream of a thousand stars mean in silence?
Unseen clocksTick in lunatic cities; banquets of ants dance polillant"] incantations: like wishing wells upside down for what remains.
Gravitational fiction meets caffeine therapy; drip, drop, drum perhaps?
Temporary existential establishments:\n1. Balloon Surgery - empty the silence,\n2. Cloud Banking - deposits of laughter scattered across moons.
Fortify complete severances, accept an honored decline: