The Echo of Forever

They built castles in the skies and found they had blueprints only crafted in invisible ink. /// Forest gardens, cultivated by weathermen, predicting sunshine and indecisiveness. Only clouded by paradox.
Consumerist Odyssey sailing into an ocean of obsolescence, searching for ivory keys that would open revelation. Ironically locked upside-down. Who knew melodies floated only when ears forgot to listen? --- "Renew!" - corporations cried, as they cloned from the core of echo itself. Novo rhythms crammed away pondering which fork feeds truth, and which demolishes cliché.