Musick To Play In The Park Vol. 1

The park is still there, but it no longer remembers why it exists. It breathes through the branches, shifts its paths when you aren't looking, and grows just enough each night to make the way home impossible to remember. Every sound arrives from the wrong direction. Every silence feels intentional. The trees stand impossibly still, listening, while the spaces between them open into distances that don't belong on Earth, a sky that has quietly replaced the stars with something else. Time hangs in the damp air, stretching every distant sound into a warning from somewhere older than memory. Benches wait for people who never arrive, trees lean together as though discussing you, and the darkness between them seems far deeper than the night should allow. Sounds linger at the edge of perception, where familiar places become forgotten dreams and the universe briefly notices you're looking back.