Do you hear the colors vibrating? Each hue sings a silent song, a trace of yesterday's fantasy layered in the minds of the unreachable.
Step deeper and let the whispers lead, they're shadows of thoughts, stories untold etched in echoes of ink across the canvas of twilight's embrace.
Vivid dreams drift on currents of electric whispers, a melodic chaos woven through the fabric of imagination's broken mirror.
Echoes of the Present Unveiled Currents