Shattered reflections of buildings rising like ghosts.
Invisible ink stains of a story drowned in moonlit water.
Where do the thoughts go when the skyline fades?
Connections pulse through abandoned wires, seeking the lost.
The echo of footsteps on rain-slicked pavement, crumbled posters flap in the dark, remixed memories play in twilight.
A lost song might whisper from the corners of a vanished street, each note a history gnawed on the edge of existence.
Those who help you construct silhouettes of the future must also hold the weight of time and the gravity of absence.
Words worn into patterns, a fabric, a gap— forgotten syllables, threads of yesterday still tethered to the pulse of today.