Sounds echo in soft curls stretching beyond the horizon—luminous, like laughter suspended between stars.
A broken record spills waltzes from the speaker's mouth; the needle has lost its way, its perilous turn void.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, reflections shuffle like old spirits; they tell tales in circles gently.
Translucent faces dance beneath the pale moon, whispers trap the silence, twisting words as shadows tease the rite.
Flickers of forgotten flicks, where the chiaroscuro intertwines like ink on parchment. Each stain illuminates a memory undone, a thread emerging from the loom.
Seek the dreamscape, where the light fears to linger. Or plunge deep into the silence beyond where echoes hide.