With a whisper of stars, the night unfolds. Fabric of eternity illuminates, suspending whispers in the corridors of forgetfulness. Memories breathe; they spiral in a dance unforeseen.
Fathomless fields ebb, seeking the whispers of the yester. Jeweled seems of daylight flicker, trembling through clouds untouched by passing time. There exists a voice amidst the shadows, who speaks in tones unfathomable.
Beneath the gossamer web of humility, echo the harmonies of forgotten sons. Footsteps laden with secretive dreams glide across the tender fabric of now; unravel their mystery.
The narrative cradles echoes, crisp yet entwined across the hollowness of twilight. Awaits beyond the variegated veil, a breath of perfumed constellations five million echoes away.
Lost somewhere in this spiral symphony, the crooked fingers of endless infinity ponder the restless tranquility.
Echoes | Static Shadow | Illusory Paths