Inhale... a mist of unuttered confessions pervades the crust of magma landscapes.
The light, it falters. Not here, not now.
Seek the echoes that converge, but remember... they shatter.
A breath caught in the labyrinth, not the way you meant to go.

Murmured abyss, your name engraved on the teeth of eternity.
Here, no stars, no moon; only whispers of suspended gravity.
Do they echo for the lost souls, or for the souls unlost, tethered to time in a dance?
Reality unstitches your seams. Hear the silent screams intertwined, breath in breath out.

Consider the tongue of the caverns, where spoken is farce, and unspoken is law.
Your path a gradient of morose clarity—a resonance that stitches dimension
with the marrow of dreams unsynchronized.

#Find respite here within confined walls of human echo.
#Query illusions that fracture the monochrome spectacle here.