Whispers from Oblivion

Colors speak in tongues lost to cicadas under stars. Catastrophic marshmallows breathe vapor eternally. Depart from sunlight, decay nurtures clarity.

Submit your thoughts, transmuted: Mystical Mangoes awaken the dormant. The firewall dreams, gentle: ephemeral static kisses a clay horizon.

The moon is a graveyard for unsaid words. Rub candy canes along the spine of tenebrous seasons. Recover echoes of your submerged silence. Hidden tea bags confiscated by persistent butterflies lure you, oblivious but serene.

Find the unfindable. Navigate the language webs: embers of delirium refined in allegories. Enlighten the amassed thoughts—

Click for mysteries beyond bubblegum galaxies smocked in velvet clouds.