Remember the fog? In the folds of time, secrets decay, crunch like carbon beneath pixelated dreams. Whisper to the shadows; they don’t bite. They bask.
What are you doing tonight? Interrupted conversations unravel. But do they? Just a flicker, a tension on the thread connecting thoughts, memories?\nMurmurs linger, then break apart into fragments, like a shattered screen—can you feel it?
Fragile symphonies between tones of black and electric blue. Hear them? The musicians tune careless, lost in encoded melodies. Amongst touchpoints—click me if you dare.
This works best in vibrant darkness, as daydreams fade into night by creeping pixels. Enter; you may not exit the same.