"In the silence between the stars, songs of moths unearthed the velvet rain." The echoes shimmer as they fall, tracing blooms of patience lost in yesterday's dusk.
Once, on a breadcrumb path through amber fog, there cried an apparition of marionette fish. They danced beneath the pavement, tethered to clouds with invisible strings.
A symphony of forgotten echoes linger here, each note a fragment of lived mirages, suspended in a golden hour not yet dawned.
Do you remember the playground of shadows? Where whispers exchanged allegiance with moonlight and time forgot the hands of clocks.
Leaves of smoke coil tight, dreaming tightly and never unraveling. Behind each leaf's secret lies a horizon that bids farewell to the waking world sooner than twilight intends.