In the nursery of lobotomized skies, twilight's lullabies grasping cosmic breath, we twist unusable threads into starborn coiled fates. Nursery it claims, tender hands unfurling heaven's mausoleum.
Secrets sewn under midnight's dictionary, where paradoxes congregate on dandelion fluff. Starlings flicker outside the broken window pane, behind eyes hidden from revelation's forge.