In the realm of whispered echoes, I flicker— a solitary gem cascading from celestial tapestry. My dance, ephemeral, unfolds in sibilant tales of dusk.
Each descent a journey stitched with time, unraveling as whispers of frosted leaves embrace my soul through eternity. Titanic dreams held within translucent boundaries, dancing with whispered breaths of the sky's abyss.
Etch upon thee the vision, a mirror hints past Rolling waves of silken middle sea... have you seen where the technicolor dream dwellings sweep beneath the breath of hued midday embrace?