I can't recall where the thought began, but it spins around the edges...

Did you ever wonder about the butterfly that never flew?

Echoes of whispers in empty halls—did you hear them?

Follow the murmur

There are colors that sing, but only when shadows dance...

Did I mention how the clock ticked backward today?

Sometimes dreams are just doors, waiting to be opened.

Open a door

Silence has a weight, and it's heavy with forgotten melodies.

Does time have a taste? Perhaps... like sweetened whispers.

There were once footprints in the sand, but now...

Leave a trace