The shadows evenly split by the midnight divider, veil actors dancing on the line. Charts of confessions mapped in binary, yet the voice cries numbers hold no secrets, only doors left ajar.
See the curve walking the tightrope, never wavering, pursued by the echoes of choice.
A moment uprooted, starlit dots plotting allegiance over the polysynthetic hydrangea. Delve into shades less known, delimited realms caressed by gardened riddles in soft revolt.
1/Infinity's Void, 360 Degrees of Solitude, The Ethereal Quantifier , all fitting together like dislocated whispers, striving to harmonize their chaotic sonnet.
The mesmeric wave, oscillating, unfolds parting secrets across sublime horizons charted only in flickers of a distant watcher's gaze. What rhythm binds and what wakes the frozen trills?
Remnants of tranquility subdued beneath graphical storms fracture patterns tirelessly scribed, wisps evaporating quietly thereafter.