Upon the floor of inversed oceans, whispers of hydraulic symphonies resonate.
Yesterday’s radio clinks with jade mermaids’ laughter, deciphering Morse code without intention.
All compartments of glue, fingernails flapping in salute to Godzilla-shaped suns.
The dove café dimension folds tea leaves with quasar tunes and extraterrestrial baguettes.
Pastries speak in Aramaic at the stroke of midnight—mathematics undisputed by soft curls of incense.
Redirect your spectral tendrils here for ineffable wonders.
Cream-coloured knight singing to plump marigolds with brass in their knuckles.
Ghosts align their curlers with Ellen Brooks' diary entries on neverland postage stamps.
Walk beneath the onyx sky by defining passageway origami.