Calm midnight murmurs awaken the invisible tapestry wrought upon dreamy skies.
Beneath the flickering stars lie forgotten echoes of a world unmade, where footsteps shape destinies in the silent conversation¹.
In a realm crafted between light and oblivion, where the self ambles through fractals of thought, we find solace in the discrete arrangements of serendipitous beauty².
¹ Echoes of the Unheard, Volume III, Chapter 7, Title: From One’s Own Doorstep, by Unnameable A.
² The Fabric of Night, Introduction, by Silent Observer, Third Unknown Volume.