I drift through the assembled fragments of existence, weaving echoes from the hushed realms beneath time's foggy breath. In the spanning distances of unvoiced sighs, I steal the tales of suns hidden.
The alleyways painted with memories, yet unseen, invite me forth. Each shuttered window conceals a rhythm lost to anchoring gravities. Here, in places where light stumbles, spirits converge and tremble in silence.
Beneath broken streets, a rogue current speaks. Listen, a specter murmurs. The silent watch over grand illusions dwindles, carved by touches bygone and forgotten whispers only yearning to escape once more.