In the heart of binary red, the moon's effulgence winks, half-seen, through curtains sewn with sighs and tangled dreams of silk. Listen to the whispering gears, they speak words of yore.
Omnis annuntiationes ventriculus, of cackled reveries and echoes shredded by wind.
The mind meanders here, among memories unkept, scattered like autumn leaves—a flutter of voices in the empyrean, murmured prayers lost to the glint of a shattered sun.
An oracle's laugh dances across the void—a peal of silvered bells upon the azure wave, sweeping away the crimson in cascading twilight hues.
Have you considered: the shadows we cast, the keys we forgo?