In the rhythms of shadow,
here lies monochrome thought,
catching whispers swirling in the fog.
Daylit echoes are woven into the sinews of velvet time.
What vanishing point conceives your reflection unto the void?
You may soon find your semblance at gluemachineries.html if whispers remain closely linked.
Wander further to fractallocomotive.html where dimensions collide with curiosities.
Or visit the parable of winds at kaleidolia.html.