The room hums in electric silence; whispers fold and converge, breaking into synchronous waves. Static etch across the dark as you stare into nothingness. Muffled clattering of a day's minutiae transforms into spectral echoes; thirty-second intervals stretch into what feels like eras. Across the universe's expansion in dreams, coherence strains, and memories unlock piece by piece.
Between breaths, semi-conscious figures merge and depart to places forgotten. The ethers nurture and torment in alternating shades of old films, tinted with sepia loneliness. Daily fantasies dissolve like static, rewriting yesterday into current contexts, filtering channel by channel till rational wakes. Now is merely an idea navigated through grey waters.
Loose threads glow; stitch thoughts unravel into realities danced by lightning bugs steering the elements for a brief gimmick, a glimpse of eternity before it frays again. At such crossroads doubt hides. Find the murmurs beyond earshot or relics in disintegration. They speak the same tone yet mold in solitude. A narrative hidden until read but never understood.