Morandi -- Falling Asleep -

"I’m losing my baby," he would whisper into the dream-wind, the lyrics of an old song caught in his throat. He would run toward her, his boots crushing the lavender, but the faster he moved, the further the horizon retreated. The sky would begin to flicker—a sign that the sun was rising in the waking world, threatening to pull him back to the gears and the silence.

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. 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." "I’m losing my baby," he would whisper into