Echoes reverberate, as the azure shadows dance over asphalt, the breeze chortling tales of speed. Fragments of joy and unease collide, shapeshifting memories holographically echoing thunderously into silence. Pierced each moment, a moment diverges, half-forgotten yet aching, screaming through impossible twists, spirals of perception in a wind chime cacophony, where sound becomes a train of fumbled thoughts fueled by adrenaline.
Ever storylessly moving, propelling essence into the fabric of twilight, weaving between whispers of lost time. What is it that you see? Diaphanous sprites flutter against razor-sharp hills, living currents tearing through the outer veneer of reality, holes of faith, pendulums of mind.