In the realm where cerulean skies meet the pixelated horizon,
the dreams float like vaporous echoes of a past uncharted.
Clouds whisper secrets woven in threads of glitched light,
shimmering electric blues and violets dust the ether.
Through corridors of cloud, we drift,
seeking the mosaic of forgotten images that bleed into dreams,
their frequencies a symphony of silent, glitching requiems.
The parchment of the sky unfurls,
revealing stories etched in digital raindrops,
each droplet a memory, a fragment of a forgotten code.
An alluring labyrinth of diaphanous hues awaits,
beckoning the weary soul to lose itself in pixelated reverie.
Here, amidst the woven whispers, the heart finds solace
in the ethereal dance of clouds, forever adrift.