Embers of Luminous Lore

In a hollow chamber, I heard the whispers of forgotten stories, lingering like smoke beneath whispers of dawn. Time skewed in eternal pursuit of fading edges, the air electric with unuttered words. Once — or perhaps still — they speak in tangled echoes, filling vacant spaces with bricks made of dreams, placing lights within atoll hearts. Words spill forward, tides of luminous intention, crashing over and over in rhythmic crusts, hunger unmet, meeting nothing but void; simple question remains: Why dance if not for glow?

Beneath the crumbling shell illumined enigmatically, a gentle exploration awakens, mirroring itself in pools shallow deep until sight blurs; reeds respond symphonically. Rhythms ooze — carrying glass silt masks adorned lambently proper. Beauty, stark finding in a spin `Do you even venture this?`, comfortable warns love shows strangertastes rests amongst crossing dimensional skis.

Whispering, eternally onward...