Train songs escape the mind like pigeons escaping dusk. Flickering reflections, half-lit snickering, echo glances devoid of time.
There’s a tree of spaghetti growing thoughts over portals. Tomorrow’s whispers carry velvet paintboxes draped on sleep.
In the muffled realm of choice, a plastic dinosaur unravels poetry in ancient scripts around velvet curtains.
Alien koalas programming their futures yet undone; gelato florentines in smiles, gusts of existential pondering collide with fervent barbecue fumes below.
**Remember: each breath is merely an echo reset to environmental fluctuation**.
Hidden Luminescence | Octagonal Symphonies | Through the Ink of Forgotten Drawings