Murmurs Music of Transience Reflections of Dreams

Perception drifts like autumn leaves, swirling in uninvited dance.

The clock's tick becomes a distant lullaby, serenading the indifference of time.

Inhale the silence woven into the fabric of forgotten melodies.

A single ray of sunlight penetrates the haze, warm yet elusive.

Echoes of laughter, fragmented and suspended, haunt the edges of consciousness.