Whispers entwine through the silk threads of the ether, weaving tales of transient reverie. Once hidden beyond the amethyst veil, voices echo, reminiscing their once illustrious dominion of the celestial canvas.
"We all crawl forwards in fluid motion, draped in ether-painted veils, reflections of prisms past."
Here, beneath the sprawling vastly organized yet deliciously chaotic artifice of the boundless skyline, one finds the origami whispers hidden in the creases of parchment clouds.
Glimpse the Unseen, enters the rookie wanderer.