Cerebral labyrinth, the bearings shift quietly, a clock unwound spiraling into darkness — the heart's rhythm synchronized with the tick of time undone. Stars blink hesitantly, closing their unwelcome apertures.
Why does the surface break beneath whispered breaths? Wires connected to stars flicker, entrapping the silence between galaxies in nets woven by light. The river of time flows both ways, yet the current remains unseen. But wait, the whispers sing.