Memories ingrained in azure tapestry.
When thought travels at high velocity,
it draws a line we can't interpret yet,
a path crossed by feet never landing.
The echo of conversations lost
amongst solemn cloud chambers, whispering:
'could you see the recent weight
of that discussion on their foreheads and furrow?'
Gradients unfold pathways etch,
flowing towards an unknown detour,
fading clear like fictive paradises,
reflecting the distillations of truth.