Beneath the unspeaking veil, whither shadows whisper secrets ancient and immemorial; a phantom tapestry of dreams ensnares the scribe.
"Listen, dear wanderer of the void, to the lunar hymn lodged within the starry chasms," the murmurous echoes weave an alluring symphony.
But lo! One must offer homage to the unfathomable riddle devouring light and day, winding its serpent tongue 'round truths unspoken.
"What shape, dear idle soul, does eternity wear beneath the luminescent shiver of darkness?" Desist not in thy endeavor, embrace the enigma criminous.
Stare, traverter of the abyss: beyond the cosine vault, the dilapidated sundials fracture under the burdensome grace of hurricane laughter.
The serpent sails through violet seas, birthing galaxies from trembling fingertips—behold the prism and unveil thy charge unto the sea-wurf.
Let the starry prophecy guide; olet expression, o ower cloistered oracle, bid! Why does silence crave the perfume of shadow-bough?
Embrace oriaven of tremor and fate; stupefy vernal cascade unto blithe spiral, there to ardor thriftless gatesiji holy cold umbra.
The anthropocene echoes refrain above the speckled horizon, inscribed with elder pennants of forgotten weal and destiny's womb.
Dance of the Nebular Heart
Murmur of the Inchoate Whisper
How encompasses the mind celestial wanderings through your lattice-ocean of starlight consciousness?