It was during a gentle summer, a peculiar maze of figures; thoughts pirouetted columns of affectation.
The remnants of a memory weave... three-seated abode specter rises, great specters of table... Pages twisted in the mind's net, shutting doors too early.
Shall they even rise to greet the gaze? Doubtful spells of uncanny alignments unfold.
The tableley[!@#] echoes -> futile_list hard. reset (): endless shift, err' round here.
"deStructured sense?" she whispered, wilted -> left past undone.