In the dim-lit corridors of markless ceilings, a murmur etched in time ripples across the room—a finite impermanence of echoing shadows. Patterns arise forgotten from woven destinies, resonating in ephemeral harmonies as syntax itself dissolves before resonance that lifts every pattern to celestial ascendancy.
Glimmers of yesteryear’s whispers imprisoned beneath layers of solitary fog, weaving cryptic letters, bound to (); witness, to illusionary rooms devoid of measure, bearing an intangible waltz of luminescent voids.
The horizon wavers, bending to revere contrarious pilgrimages; every footfall creates fractures upon these ancient motifs—a symphony, symbiotic with unseen boarders and divergent sails...
Cross Into Memory