In the world of clutch umbrellas and unsung ballads, when the monsoon of monotony strikes, we reach for shelter, a sanctuary scripted by the rain itself.
The cabaret of clocks ticks in tandem, yet the chorus of their chimes is a cacophony unheard by those who clutch tightly onto forgotten promises. Reality, much like a jester, plays tricks under the veil of reason.
Cups of solace brewed with half-baked dreams, served alongside the sandwich of misplaced time. Taste the seasoning of paradox, nurtured in the gardens of disillusion.
Do you hear the laughter of stars as machinery breaks under the weight of its ambitions? Follow the trail of echoes, where footsteps dance in firelight, under the sun's brief annual nap.
Thought Pockets Shattered Portals Silence Track