Procured from the folds of time—a transient whisper lingers where the edge of silence begins.
Remember her, faint and fleeing, wrapped in shadow's embrace? Sky painted with her hum,
unraveling notes casting ripples across forgotten lakes.
Fragments are fragments, she stares into polished glass, see her face reflected? No,
diffracted, diffused—torn between desolation and ubiquitous stars.
Listen as they speak; listen as they only pretend.
Dancing echoes, mermaid myths glint softly beneath verdant ripples—a resonance lost
gathered within misted memories, cryptic and contained in those unknown depths.
Time sows the seeds, shadows weave murmurs, destiny's chorus unsung.