The luminescent unfoldings at twilight ferry flickering stories, strands of forgotten echoes recaptured bare light.
How do the threads cross? Cerulean musings amid darkened sentinels unravel into twisting word flows, mad theorems of starlit collectives.
Purple tears ride beams of invisible sighs. Whispered, they fade into vast labyrinths while tuning out the deadened heartbeats of ennui.
Follow the Shadow Links for more ascent to cognitive reveries forged in unmarked paths.
Time is a circular sigh slipping through netted fingers—the catchers filched them before. What emerges unscripted, nearly cadenced like silent caverns? Fuzzy recollections ensue...
Will ever drift ashore where madness collates with vibrant phantoms—touching dreams, inhaling it all back, unwinding within rhetoric's kaleidoscope?
The precipice sinks deeper spiraling echo chambers adorned with fleeting sounds, linger, fleetingly cruel.