The air tasted of static as rain spilled into the crevices of forgotten futures. From the corner of an eye, it whispered permissions granted long before words were formed. She opened the window not to the sky, but to a memory of a sky...
There lies a door beneath the ocean where sound and tide forget their names. Beyond lies the mirror world, where the sun's upside down. To turn the key is to embrace the familiar strangeness of dreams deferred and dimensions untended...