Create a smile in the dark; shadows gather like thoughts unspoken.

Beneath the weathered wood, a heartbeat pulses, more alive than the echoes.

The clock's hands spin, yet time lays still, each tick a fleeting breath remembered.

Want to see the color of unsaid words? It is a hue lost beneath unbroken silence.

When we trace the stars with fingers dipped in forgetfulness, a constellation of dreams arises.