Countless Dots

The Abyss Between the Lines

By the unseen narrator

In the dusk of infinity, a silent verse whispers its tale...
Beyond the glimmer of the celestial spheres, where light is but a notion, a dozen lost emeralds trace an orbital path— '${passing思念thinks the $\&time}%..'

These oblique musings on the vacant roads are the stories unmet, peering through veils torn by ephemeral hands and reaching fingers— ${inspiration.who.is.elsewhere}