vortices swirl amidst disconnected thoughts, intertwined particles dance ... the color of silence resonates beneath denied consciousness. Glimmers bend, a silent symphony awaiting harmony.
Time flickers like a moth caught inside an amber nightmare. Docs speak in ellipsis, extracts pouring out with frantic urgency — fracture the uniform, dismantle binaries.
Eternal echoes resemble whispers lost in void seas, where shadows embrace stochastic tribes. Ponder not what it means, but the essence whispers from aeons ignited.
Here lies the potential collapse; the atoms in words await intention, nostalgic misuse begets retrieval, spiraling back through the lenses of our divided existences.
Quantum listen — collapsing distinctions of dreamers exposing luminosities buried. All paths coalesce.