Radiant Fragments

"Whispers collide like paper planes in the storm of raven shadows, echoes that persist past dawn, here we gather possibilities."

"The keeper of gears and wails, a moldy hourglass filled with twitching motes of cosmic dust—part memory, part fiction, interlocked in spirals."

"Spindles wrapping madness with twilight threads, between spilt coffee and lost time, pages of unwritten thoughts stain the pillow."

"Murmurs of an unkempt library lit by boardwalk-strings, waiting for lost travelers to stumble through scents and unplayed symphonies."