In a town that never was, where the streetlights whispered laments to the stars above, a figure with no shadow wandered. They leave footsteps in the silence, resonances...
Notes from a phantom limb whisper secrets forgotten—cicadas sing choruses beneath beds of abandoned cars. Here, neon dreams flicker.
Navigating the labyrinth of sleeping avenues and the ticking of hidden clocks, this silhouette was a poem, untold and kneeling at the threshold of moonlit revelations.
Tonight, the destinations hold no name since nightshade cloaks the street corners. Yet, journeys lie 'bout the wayside, fragile and ready to slip underneath dawn's veil.
The starlit drizzle falls like bells forgotten at a cathedral's pew, soaked in echoes entangled with night ever so eternal.
A symphony in fragments lures wandering dreams down darker corridors, catching the echoes of a world felled beyond the violet. What home awaits at journey's end, where illusory walls hold stories of idle satellites? Seek the next passage.
An empty bench remembers conversations that never commenced, and fickle lighthouses brood solitary, guarding decisions between realms vehement and unseen.
And as the footnotes flutter onward, soon shall beckon morrows with histories none shall reach. Still, resonance lives in tales only the night unfolds.
Continue onward, companion of shadows. Discover new realms beyond the arrival's curtain.