Beyond the Grey Veil

A whisper shuttles through the vimu of tides:

"Can you hear the mountains hum?", she queried, as gravity itself flirted with her shifting silhouette.

His reply was a cartwheel in time:

"A glorious echo of forgotten shadows rolling on the skewed horizon."

Elsewhere, not yonder, paths fragmented into oracles:

• wisdom echo
• luminal dimensions
• vortex routes