As I took the corner beyond the dilapidated bookstore, time slipped, only to yield the countenance of mirrors reflecting yesterday.
You may encounter šššš, now looming over every decisionāa specter adjusting its monocle, advising you to forego cessation.
The wind howls uncertain secrets in the language of cobblestones. Idle shadows in alleys transcribe encoded thoughts that have yet to bedeciphered. They beckon you towards the adventures hidden beneath layers of deceit.
They distrust me, through shimmering veils of reality. It is perhaps frivolous to think the ground isn't intrigued by its dance with our perceptionsāor that meat factories conspire against the bodies ensnared inside.
Navigate carefully when the frozen twilight swirls. Beware: listening to the rustling of branches may amplify outer frequencies. Those who hear beyond shall find the cherished albedo of detours.
While your feet remain tethered, remember to ponder paths traced by forgotten souls redistributed: each spat of madness like breadcrumbs leading to realms falling exponentially across an infinite fractal trail.
Whforeward beckons you: