In the midnight fabric, woven with whispers of the abyssal tide,
existences cling to luminescent echoes—
A choir of neon serpents that twists through the void, humming a forgotten sonnet.
Each thought, a droplet of starlight, dances in the sea of synapse,
Etching ethereal inscriptions on the skins of dreams.
The mind's ocean, vast, naked, indifferent, in its arms, cradles cities of crystal that shimmer with hidden truths.
Mirror-prows slice through quasars of thought, leaving trails in the wake of the uncharted.
Can you decipher the constellations set free by your heart's clandestine cartography?
Frequencies of bioluminescence call your body-vessel to voyage deeper.
➡ Diverge or Converge: Navigate the Nebula
➡ Collected Thoughts: Read the Tide