Ephemeral Gateways

Whispers slip between the strands of astral thread, each note a drop in the ever-presence where light sighs.

In margins of forgotten winds, lie words verbose and silent, trails to the sky's reverse.

Here they pass, in spectral dance, steps anointed with moonmisuu.kh

Alice tiptoes softly in twilights, speaking warmly to the unity between feather and stone.