Once, the clock struck thirteen only to melt into space. A locket fell into the abyss, calling out to the forgotten echoes.
Unfurl, the curves of unspoken words. Resonate like a paper boat, lost in an ocean of coal.
Do you hear them sing? No? Score settles amidst lost fingers.
"The moon twisted inside out," he uttered, eyes glassy, "and the grass never looked so blue."
I spiral into a whirlpool. Feel the quivering shadows. Echoes in the void 322.