Whispers of past shadows, elusive echoes confined in the shards of thought.
The clock ticks in reverse, unwinding layers of uncertainty caught between layers of dreams.
Zero gravity moments, memories becoming butterflies fervently practicing metamorphosis on the edge of perception.
Syllables twist, weaving tales of forgotten realms; existence flickers like a candle before the furious wind.
Reveal to conceal, the mud of melody shatters on rigid principles.
Fragmented Soundwaves Visionary Silences Faces Beyond Glass