Electric drips on shaded walls—a palette beyond deep, tactile and immaterial. The whisper of echoes dimming—undulating between particles lost in ridges of thought.
Veils part not, as luminescence languidly slips, penumbras dance mid tapestry, projections melt through interludes.
Beside the sinking canvas, the heartbeat shimmers, fragments fade into a singular silence. Trace amethyst within dreamscapes.