Static Clutter

Whispers through the endless corridor of worn paper, secrets unravel as fingers trace the contours of forgotten thoughts.

- lingering shade of autumn rains

The ink bleeds stories concealed beneath layers of muted skin; echoes of time brushing against the sentient void.

- splintered reflections of an old clock

Traverse the echoes, delve into the quiet chaos and become part of the rhythm as static murmurs a song without melody.

Momentary spark: A brief ignition of realization against the ever-expanding horizon of oblivion.

Static engraves solitude upon the canvas of illusions, crafting palaces amidst transient disarray.

- windswept ghosts of summer's embrace