Beyond the tear in the fabric of moments—indigo wisps weaving in and out, whispering you are not bound; each thought is a comet, streaking through the twilight—that unreachable luminescence, floating through here-ness and there-ness. Sink into velvety shadows where dreams lost their bearings.

Did you consider that echoes carry weight, like feathers dropped from a hawk long turned to myth, as they settle on landscapes thirsty for meaning? Seeking crimson rivers flowing north, as words mean less with every beat, yet embrace intensity, taut and disjointed.

The mind unfurls—licking molasses dreams as truth becomes victim to the sunrise orchestration. Intersections thought lost between the two moons of imaginary realms. Hold remnants of memory like a painter strokes their masterpiece, adamant, unmet aspirations surfacing like specters among the waking world.