In this realm of forgotten sepals and gilded whispers, the solitary pathways unfold in gradients unseen under the spectrum known. Fishes and feathers, intertwined in a waltz of twilight shade, whispered secrets only shadows saw.
Above the clouds beneath a somber sigh, sky-fish trace arcs with thoughts forgotten—and there, the echoes of vintage sighs became halcyons of yore. Touch the echoes, and let them spill the night aglow.