tangled notions, flitting through the fragile light—do you hear the shattering echoes of dreams untethered? a cascade woven from sunlight and shadow, streaming in endless corridors, murmur in the folds of night... whispers cascade like falling leaves.
labyrinths of silence yawning wide beneath the spoken shadow, withheld memories rush, coalesce, dissolve, forming sentences made of murmurs. indistinct echo of laughter reverberates off the edges—murmur stream, connecting roads paved with intent unnamed.
beneath the layers of sound, a playground lies amassed with fragments. touch the noise; feel it ripple through the fractures of time, reshaping the echoes into forms unknown. each whisper holds a secret—like the rusted door ajar on winter morn, revealing pathways lost. Dust melody recalls the resonance of past footprints.
breathe in the kaleidoscope of timbre, let it sink beneath the skin, where each note weaves into a tapestry of what once could have been—what might still become. become delmar to calliss distorted. divergent inclinations, engaged in pas de deux, the everywhere dance. discover the song of the shadow at shadow thrum.