Ovals entwine, ovals align, an eternal quest along the edge of the ellipse. Within each contour, a labyrinth of dreams.

Ponder the curves, ponder the stasis that eludes our pristine intentions—a dance of crescents, a liaison of circles.

The horizon whispers secrets shaped in rhythm, a melody of curves overlaying another, of arcs intersecting yon distant symphony.

Cycle ceaselessly amid veils of ovoid reflections, wherein truths manifest as illusions pivoting in the moonlight’s serenade.

Embrace the spiral: oval embrace, dual embrace, trio embrace sensuously drifting through shadowlands.