Granules of time linger like whispers, fragile like a moth caught in the static glow of the midnight moon. Reality drips, melting into pools of what could be, unearthly shades that breathe and gasp.
Cacophony echoes from the void—unsung songs of dawn yet unwritten, waiting to bathe in the caress of forgotten dreams.
Musical stalks of invisible notation flutter amidst the ruins of laughter, while feet clad in shadow traverse landscapes made of childhood footsteps.
Float through concentric circles of colorless fire, as gauzy nets entwine heads bowed to the directionless horizon.
Seek solace under the vast quilt of nothings, forging connections with polyphonic amorphousness.
Listen to the Echoes | Venture into Dreams