“Did you hear that whisper in the clock’s reverse?”
夏の果実が落ちる音が聞こえますか？ “Time waltzes, backward, without a partner,” she replied, her voice echoing like ripples in a forgotten pond.
Perched on the edge of yesterday, the mirage spoke, its words a collage of shadows and light.
“Gravity is merely a suggestion,” he mused, floating past the horizon of normality.