A meeting of the conjoined destinies as twixt the dredger of spectral shores, betwixt the bearer of woven dreams. In the dim reflection of bygone ages blending into a crescendo unheard by the common ear, the sinuous melodies float across liquid horizons.
Whence cometh this odyssey of shadow-laden verses, traversing the fissures that divide the au courant spectres?
Ponderous are the rhythms of the divan, where knotty hedges twist in an embrace most regal, listlessly interlocking in a dance above the dew-kissed terrace. Encircled thus, thy path should not diverge for the coins are ever a-spinning, clasping time in hesitant longing.