static, hissing, whispering secrets— do you hear it? every time the clock ticks, a piece of me slips into the noise, transformed, translated, transcendent...
fragmented, fleeting, where do reflections go when the mirror cracks? echoes, they say, dance in a room with no sound...
breathe in, breathe out, the hum of electric dreams, shadows stretch their fingers to touch the unknown; do they feel alone too?