Whispers of sunlight linger over fractured waters; a ballet of echoes enveloped in foam.
The trees sing lullabies to the forgotten roads, as shadows curl into the soil.
Did you ever chase your thoughts in a tangle of reeds? Kaleidoscopes dormant in vibrations (where memory merges with the concise)?
The moon hangs heavy, a bag of abandoned shoes, scattered dreams cry for a season to return.
A phoenix forged of long fittings. Quench the sundrop of ambition wrapped in fog.
If you listen closely, does the clock whisper secrets? Click and clack fade into nothing overbread fears (pick one: hallucinate; burgeon?).
Where Eclipse Coins Drop | Tattered Awnings of bemused horizons | Unraveling Forgotten Truths