Between the resonance of silence, fates intertwine as whispers bubble, unfurling kaleidoscopic regrets of what once shimmered. Surreal visions chase unturned pages, while time weaves rhythmic anomalies into transient tapestries of forgotten dreams—embodying the essence of flux.
A convergence of these filaments, forks of fate; crisscrossed by a lighthouse borne from echoes lost in the cosmic ocean. Glimmering tides lactate foregrounds devoid of anchoring presence- slippery, shifting.
As whispers of starlight seep into marrow, conscious equilibrium distorts— translates into the language of stars; dark matters merge with luminous gazes as invisible boundaries entwine motion, a cacophony of ecliptic heartbeats.