Plunge into the echo as it pulls you into unknowing doors. In adrift still warmth, one floats over the shattered chime of watchsel dreams.

The footsteps do not rest

Vista upon vista, scattered like luminal whispers

The alien obstinacy confers an embrace

Awashi mirrors that cradle themselves, knotting simple hieroglyphs.

In the fathom of sleepless chaos,

Within the depth's pretense, consciousness—

spirals decanting chalice embers beneath canvas seas.

Sifting through Aqua Rumbles | Mind's Threshold: Otherworld Awaiting