Intertwined thoughts slither like shadows through the corridors of the mind, memories flashing like whispers lost in static. The sideways glance at twilight, when echoes distort the familiar, giving rise to unknown flowers blooming beneath the fabric of reality.
To traverse is to dream beyond the canvas, seek the void where colors bleed and time unravels, a nonsensical waltz orchestrated by the unseen finger of fate, leading to the pit of tangled prose and paths that dissolve in the mist of distraction.
Can we unearth the forgotten breadcrumbs of yesterday? Silhouettes of laughter dance grotesquely in the dark, the ink of night spills over upon the ricochet of stars, letters flailing like lost kites against a quilt of chaos.