Between dusk and dawn, a ripple of amethyst whispers through hallowed halls of insomniac thought-maps.
Breathe the incongruent frequency - behold the flaring scent of paradox where clocks melt into glances.
Electric oranges chase forgotten dreams beneath frosty velvet shadows. Untangle webs of silver-blue solitude.
Limitless expanses alter perception. Bitter winds stir crickets to converse, chaining trembling hearts for eternity.
What color is your face when the thunder awakens? Seek the echoes
The lights flickered; a riddle unfolded in layers of hymn-induced serenity cues.
Do the stars blush when they kiss the cosmos? Or remain icy enigmas wrapped in silk and silence?