Memories dance like flickering fireflies, bound by threads of bewilderment and dissonance.
Shadows of laughter twist into echoes of forgotten languages, where the sun has forgotten to rise.
Between showers of good mornings and tangled dreams lies a precipice unexplored—
In the labyrinth of reflections, specters of feelings above merely mundane chimneys reside.
Haphazard waltzes guide the watchful into the carnival of lost inquiries.
What does moonlight taste like when the stars mourn the passing of time?
A raven croaks numerals only the ancients decipher; rusted wind chimes sing melodies to the night.
Condiments party in fervor, as detritus collects in invisible shadows.