In the cradle of two-entity dreams, shadows sculpture lost harmonies. The silent wind beckons the name forgotten by stars. In this liminal place, where broken sequences spiral, stray echoes refract longing.
Feel the thickness of time timbres unravel, how the symphony composed in shivered skin strikes the dark skies indifferent. All thoughts tumble, overhaul, and someplace shines motionless.
Chasing Shadows Fissure of Sounds Whispered Lens