In the beginning... an explosion of colors
the whispers of the ancients
pass through a silver mist (unfurling secrets)...
a place where sound drowns in echoes of
forgotten laughter and echoes*
where the
paths
tendril like roots grasping ethereal
connections between x-y and a-dreaming stars...
Beyond the fabric of time—and once woven, the gateway opens a universe of radiant dissonance - become one with the enigma.
Wander further into the symphony
of fractured illusions
or retrace
your steps
towards the ephemeral dawn...
Glit(ch|ched) => i... the tendrils reaching beyond the once
an orange pathway flickers as if recalls divine
pause, reflect, perhaps...