Once were the congregations of something more—a tapestry woven with the threads of silence and shadow. Here, amidst the ruin, a single teardrop can set forth a cascade that eventually births oceans anew. Is the cycle constant? Or a forgone tale lost to our understanding?
**Decaying skyscrapers loom like ancient sentinels**, fractured dreams encased in concrete. The glyphs of faded memories are etched upon their declining facades, calling to the wanderers of this entropic realm. The air hums with forgotten prayers and promises of rebirth—a soft symphony of harmonic dissonance wringing through your veins like an incessant echo.
Structuring humanity’s frail dream, the symphony conductor steps cautiously onto the loose sands, seeking resonance with the vibrations of starlight cascading through the oceans of time. When do we remember? When do we forget the peril or the embrace?
Beyond the horizon lies a fractured psyche, where whispers maim the silence and eternity hangs delicately in the balance. Each echo seeks another, wrapped in rings of stardust and shadows, woven into the very fabric of the night.
Loneliness blossoms across these far reaches, each petal an orphan thought flying through nostalgic currents... Look closer...