Initiate the whisper: does the wind know the secret?
linguistic codes fracture and splinter - where thou they talk in mirrors, what reflects is never real. grasp the pulse of tongues in the chaotically rhythmic demand of understanding.
The art of communication, the veils are many and transcendent and yet... {untie = unwind (not on day the stars cross)}
Barely two synapses were crossed when the eulogised tension began its wave across the web; what was once a flicker became a song, a wistful elegy, of collective murmur. Who decodes the unspoken?
Discover the twists of night, where dreams manifest as tongue and encrypt the essence of visceral moments.
Inquire further into the void's dialogue or perish in the absoluteness of a whispered analogue.
Remember the rose's interior with its labyrinth of gloaming harmonics that curl gently around our limited perceptions.