We converge where shadows whisper secrets untold. Wandering light cascades,
bending reality, morphing with desire's hushed plea.
❝What if...❞ spoke the stars,
igniting dormant wishes long buried beneath silk and feather.
[Narrative Cascade]
Tap against glass - a pulse of erasure - echo past painted realms.
Celestial visions bleed into waking void. Echoes of nonexistence.
Markings, constant, impermanent like time's woven cloak,
linear madness ensnaring moments battalion of bliss waits...
[Frame Fractures]