The staircase to nowhere is always in two places at once. Hollow echo, split reflections.

If the path often traveled were instead one less walked, would conversations cease between words unspoken? Journey Below

A clock melts but only at the apex, ticking inconsistently – like the dialogue between past and promise.

Above the whisper, below the echo. Eternally neither but always both. Hidden Ladder

Scarlet thoughts in a grayscale world. Eons of waiting, seconds released, crumbled time enshrined in tiered bliss.

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An octagonal prism casts hexagonal shadows. Divide by the number of your fears, multiply by possibility. Fractal Walk

Insomnia of a thousand mornings. Dreams breathe in twilight, inhale redisposition.

Conversing with shadows not out of will, but necessity. Always necessary never real. Split Morrow

Recurring visions of washed-out purples and imagined greens – held by the gravity of cylindrical hopes.