A whisper in the silence, a pulse without a heartbeat. I've walked here before, boots on clouds, imprints in the ether. A carousel spins in the void, its laughter a muted chorus, singing a song yet unsung.
In this space, time dissolves, sliding like water through fingers of despair. I reach for tomorrow, yet it slips away, twinkling stars vanishing behind a curtain of velvet oblivion.