Static whispers linger in the cosmic dusk, muffled obscurity pulsing like the orbits of capricious thoughts. Redacted amalgams of nostalgia pulse behind space, where the vacuum breathes dreams of collapsing timelines...
Goldfish traverse forgotten oceans, their scales counting the days as shadows flicker and fade. Speak to me in loops of desire; stretch the spine of the universe to crackle like a record player lost in a cosmic tidal wave.
Crumpling letters of gravity dance off cold moons, starlit hands reach, graze through the textures of ancient voids. Numbers scream like loose wires in a world turned inside out; chaos nestled comfortably next to harmony.
Tap dance with distant echoes—leaves caught in a solar wind play symphonies in 8-bit confusion; dive through frying pan dimension wormholes to stitch together night and day. Dimensions stitched by silence, soliloquies of lost languages shimmer here.