"Hello? Is anyone listening? Everything feels disconnected... Cables crossed, signals lost... In the festering chaos of skies brimming with electric whispers." Memory slipping like sand through fingers...
Interstellar fragments orbit around absent thoughts. Laughter erupts from the cathedral of night. Every flicker of light, a question posed. Did I dream of this cosmic ballet or did it dream of me? Listen, the depths are murmuring secrets.
Did you catch that signal? Listen closely, for the answer is buried beneath layers of temporal ether, unravelling in ways we cannot see.
It's all a game of light and shadow. Bounce back from the universe's mirage. Shadows seem more real than the light—they flicker, they fade, like conversations overheard on city streets.
Where do we wander now? Brick walls become mirages and the real finds play in nonexistent echoes of riddles and fleeting dreams. What's behind the veil?