In the absence of tangible form, whispers shout in silence.
Fractals unravel like thoughts turned opalescent — floating strange in the mist.
Quicksilver memories dance upon chambers of distant echoes,
Each shimmering shard reflects worlds undone and rebirthed.
Time lingers — the taste of paradox curls at the fingertips,
Meanwhile, the sigh of vaporous intentions hangs heavy.
Threadbare moorings of reality quiver in Hope's grasp,
Holding fast to the unknown while using anguish as the map.
They speak, those shadows, of globes spun from despair and desire;
Feathers forged in light’s dark, crisscrossing paths through coloring pools.
How does breath meet void, or a thought cradle its own demise?
Meander through the labyrinth:
Quantum Squares,
Deep Murmurs,
Paradox Prisms.