An oracle whispers from the void, benign, elusive, wrapped in gossamer words that veer yeah between illusion and the twine of coherence. In this web, shadowed corners align with thoughts unvoiced, uncast, like unseen doors creaking ajar within the mind's attic.
Riddles take root in forgotten places—equations of sorrow etched against the sky before dusk. Terms hidden behind twilight, speaking in tongues fluent with an eternity of silence, bathed in the glow of your solitary breathe. Agreements, kept in the folds of sleepless dreams where gaze meets infinity.
When did the river forget? The language of stones under moving water, like echoes of terms sealed away in a cavern, hidden behind an illusion of peace. Trust the quiet murmur; dance on the petals of night where thorns of time whisper promises best left broken.
Speak to the clamor of leaves wrapped tightly around fates woven too close to the stars. Revelations in pollen's deliberate slow drift, coded expressions of suns reflecting off obscure surfaces. In solitude lies the language we are yet to learn, yet incapable of forgetting.
Dance on the leaves Seek in Eternity Aggregate the Echo