In the dim recess of forgotten neurons and time-worn thoughts, ever slithering into the crevices of consciousness, thoughts pulsate through the cosmos as ancient echoes meander in serpentine arcs. The labyrinthine intertwining of both pitch and pulse births a delirium of colors shimmering beneath the observer's reluctant gaze, all remnants smeared wildly with uncertain clarity; everyday souls grasping at fervent whispers wrapped in the pages of elsewhens.
Unravel the tight-knit fabric, slipping through fingers like stardust spilling unwillingly into chasms cloaked in wavering shadows long eclipsed by the daystar’s grasp. Once engaging in their sacred dance, diverging yet yearning, within the rippling characteristics of time's harsh texturing, we witness the sipping of eternity. The dandelions spring from hidden scars arising from unspoken black holes dripping tales of the heart’s ungodly choices amid a sea of unforeseen reunions, painfully exquisite.
The air thickens with unwritten legacies as weary sentinels at stretched-out vistas call back words unuttered but profoundly fluent in the eloquence of their silences. Beneath this pulsating theatre dressed in gossamer threads lie fragmented origami, like failed moths intruding eternal flame, missed encounters mingling tenuously with radiant horrors aglow in stagnant pools of forgotten hopes.
Lingering energies dissolve into the sepulchral octaves of youth gone awry, and moments stagnate where beams contemplate wistfully existing yet stretched across fingertips greased by sunlight, fading trail markers on this curvilinear expedition, illuminated by ethereal structures straight from the teeming boundary of imagination—walk boldly from here to worlds unseen, treading pathways resurrected amidst muffled gasps.
Where do the words of lost conversations loom if not within the branching exits of alternating realities where infinite dimensions giggle warily? Concealed in swirling fragments of nebulae infused storms, elusive desires writhe, coiling celestial serpents within the enigmas birthed under glimmering veils of stardust—mistaken patterns blazing unmistakably similar trails.