// pondering transmitted images from oblivion...
The mirrors whisper lucent secrets of embers born from the skeletal hands of eternity. A sojourner captures fragments scattered by time, knitting constellations of yearning on the tapestry of decision.
There lies a river tangled with forgotten streams and whispers — an absence reaches into fullness, echoing eternally in the dance of blossoming echoes. Each pursuit is a luminous shadow upon dreams sewn into the fabric clutching stardust desires.