When the whispers of time hum like a quiet storm, there lies the silent echo.
Ode etched onto minerals, humbled among untold future visions.
Beneath them the electric whispers glow,
cerulean modes that ritualize the passage.
Frozen looks into distance unforeseen — past unmodified but ever spontaneous.
The phosphor rune clusters — fragmented because they hold secrets,
like lost travelers awaiting dusk's benediction.
Linger lingering rights, here left becoming timeless strangers.
Habitat shifts, soft sandbox shores — footprints of harmonic disharmonies, never in readjustment.
Revelations forgotten by the markmakers.
Sift through relics: Neonate Entangle,
Mineral Song,
Slices of Memobian.
Follow along: amalgamation awaits its period of risk.
Endings are motions reborn, in joy's ember heartbeat. Exhibit Purvision incidences.