Time danced like an echo, ricocheting off warped walls of vacant choices—where night drips slumber like ink spills on crumpled pages. A logarithmic spiral of suppressed whispers now; melancholy wafts through the vents.
Cats in library corners purr history, digest moth-eaten tales while marionettes hanging in a smoky shed silently scream.
Fragments of borrowed laughter dissolve, pebbles in an ocean of buzzing cicadas,
behind silent curtains they tremble, dreaming narrator sequences gone awry. How did you hear this?
Cacophony echoes when the clock strikes reductive mania encased in bubble wrap, disco balls hidden in the attic know something, pulsating slow.