Whispers of forgotten thoughts ponder beneath the veil of night, a sea of ivy embracing the souls adrift. Silhouettes dance rhythmically as if remembering the pulse of lost dreams. Each breath echoes like raindrops on a barren street, a soothing reminder—"I still exist."
Sparks ignite, flaring briefly—where do they go? Within the sepulchers of moments long past, a haunting contemplation, illuminated only by flickered memories of incandescent disbelief. Hollow eyes gaze outward, meeting the void, where silence reverberates endlessly, imploring yet untouched.
Buried deep, the flowstate defines the thin line tethering time and existence, the weight of drifting along paradigms—liquid glass washing over jagged stones, calm yet chaotic. Threads intertwine within an intricate fabric of longing; steps merge silently to the hum of existence, the heartbeat of shadows, a fatal lullaby.