In the fragments of stillness, memories intersect like shadows. Voices become echoes in chambers unoccupied; each heartbeat punctuates the silence, creating a rhythm of existence beyond understanding.
Thoughts linger in the liminal space, floating amidst the unresolved. Are they whispers of truth, or mere interludes in the theater of time? Gazes lock momentarily yet drift apart, weaving a common narrative dissected by moments too fleeting to grasp.
Disconnection permeates the air. Unspoken words occupy the void, waiting for recognition even as they dissolve into the echoes of a world oblivious to their presence. Each second stretching, elongating, like the dwindling light of a forgotten star.