Morandi -- Falling Asleep ✓

In the center of the field stood a woman. She never spoke, but her presence was a low hum in the air, a vibration that matched the bassline of a song he could almost hear. He called her "The Memory."

He didn't fight the pull this time. He let the violet field swallow him whole. Morandi -- Falling Asleep

One Tuesday, Elias stopped winding his clocks. He realized that the "waking world" was the true ghost. He sat in his velvet armchair, the record player spinning a silent loop, and closed his eyes with a finality he had never felt before. In the center of the field stood a woman