“The clocks melt with disinterest, reflections of a world I once held dear, whispers sliding through the shadows like butter on ice. Jump, jump the chasm of comprehension, would they notice these absent moments?”

“Do you recall the color of your hesitation? It sings a soft lullaby, conjuring hues you never thought to name. Visions circle like doves, fragmented by the divergence of time and space.”

“What if silence echoed louder than screams? Layered, the walls of perception fold inwards, and you realize the bricks are made of unspoken fears, and the gaps—oh, those elusive gaps—wait so patiently.”

“Perhaps tonight, lost dreams will wear silver shoes, dancing under a hollow moon. One can’t help but wonder how many constellations have dissolved through their fingers while waiting for sublime conversations that never truly exist.”

Hear the echoes of longing
Fragments of Reality
Winds that whisper