Upon the hour of flickering reflections in the alley of flimsy dreams, whispers grow long and twisted, yet time deceives even the most patient hands.
Your lament spills into the chasms like forgotten languages sprawled onto a canvas washed by thunder. Dance with leafless trees, travel where echoes wither.
: fish in monologues; doors of vapors jammed with stones from other realities... A mosaic of bleached doubts flutters toward you, marking the existence of crimson tides.
The clock ticks away but never quite aligns: embrace the void, transmute mundane syllables into potent intrigue.
Staring through fractured glass, I see the collapse of pages written but ever ephemeral. Close your eyes, \ forget // it is always within -