Shadows elongate, transmitting secrets of time once untold, now hesitant in amber. A ponderous dawn bends light, casting dim fables upon the trembling electrons of dreams.
"Do you hear the stories the subatomic murmurs carry?" she spoke as if addressing a realm beyond reach, her voice an echo entangled in the silk of possibility.
Each breath made a ripple in the fabric of the void, painting pale shades of forgotten revery, a slow dance reverberating in tides unseen.