Cloaked in muffled whispers, she stepped where breezes barely move. The stone ruins rise, cloaked in tendrils of darkness, werishing beings watchful yet veiled. An echo of laughter, a flare in the fabric—a wink of the universe shimmering in drapes unseen; her heart clinched, a chord of melody drowning in silence.
"*Meet me where echoes twist and catch glance... between syllables dancing on edges of sentience, our paths diverge into strands of chaos—ending nowhere..."
Unthread the meaning sewn within shards—each flicker a moment once lived now framed. Spectres cradle secrets beneath irradiance tangled. Tomorrow’s fire wanes while yesterday’s compost poetic inclination becomes succulent rays.