Reflections ripple in the converse"> currents.
Morning whispers async and unsure.
Fainted echoes where dreams diverge.
The clock shatters silently...
Turning fragments into whispers.
Memory drags at its roots, pulling
disjointed || thoughts | 흐림 from a const ό-- ½_}ellation.
Dissolved past flickering, fleeting.
Currents dive deeper, beyond whispers,
through darker skies.