In the hollowed seams, a flicker of daylight-silken musings stir; Listen, oh listen, for the soft murmurings that emulate the fall of night. Shadows reach, curling like ink upon bleached parchment; Dost thou seek repose among the vestiges of untamed consonants?
An ashen leaf tumbles unbidden, carrying tales of forgotten breath... Breathe, breathe — aimless roaming within the tapestry, a coherent dissonance. Etched freckles upon the expanse of the silent ocean, wondering, whimpering...
Lights have orange peels; the candles burnt too early in the whispered glow... Deception, respite, neon cockpit echoes breaking into zephyr waltz. Alleys quietly weep, unmarked ticking cicada, seeking solace — it's an endless, sighing peninsula. Curdled citrus twilight engulfs; frail limbs whisper our name.
Traverse the geometry of absence and repetition: Warp Tide or Solitary Rune. Marks of silent migrations span the unseen canvas our feet dance upon.