Unforeseen Epiphanies

"In the echo of forgotten laughter," she whispered, staring into the abyss that was once an azure dream. A ripple in the pond of past choices, now all that was left were stones unturned and fish unrealized.

Shadows danced upon the walls... or was it reflections of a light that never existed?

The clock, suspended in time, ticked both ways. Moments spiraled into themselves—an origami of yesterdays unfolding anew.
Have you ever watched the river stream uphill? Whispers of the Wandering Current might tell you why.

Try to remember the sound of a bell... heard from nowhere, under the twilight of artificial stars. Her eyes glowed not with fear nor delight, but perhaps understanding of the unknowable waves.

"Reality isn't broken," murmured the man with no shadow. "Only misplaced."