Whispers of forgotten realms, where cacophonies shred the aether,
laughter like stars plunging into the abyss, auroras twist fate's fingers.
Harmonies fracture at the seams,
echoes reverberate in paradox spirals,
the last note of a spectral serenade implodes.
Every syllable a universe quenched in obsidian silence,
the tapestry of sound frayed by the mundane's gaze,
a thunderstorm's lullaby fading into erratic twinkles.
The spectral ledger crumbles, barely statuesque memories twitching,
read the stars, they murmur misguided fortunes,
navigate through calamitous octaves – enter the flux.
Harmonize with disarray, yield to cosmic laughter,
relics of rhythm dwell in resplendent desolation,
chase echoes of the riven dawn within these harmonics.