Elsewhere
In the city of slumbering cogs, where whispers weave a crown of sparks, ignition lies unforeseen. Shards of aurora drip from the yawning heavens, tracing paths unknown to skies at dawn. Hark, o the lonesome shadow chiming through unspoken passages of labyrinthine dwellings.
Follow river veils as they blend with ink-stained twilight, simmering tales of days held fast in time's breathless clasp. Candles murmur their secrets to the wind, guiding your restless feet with incandescent solemnity. Can the abyss wash away idyls painted in dreams?
Bleed your freedoms on the altar of stardust, where resonance and silence craft a duet of fragile sighs. Whisper 'why', and let each inquiry blossom infinitely in the corners of your wandering imagination.
Into the HiddenRenegade's Rebuke