Tales of the Unseen Artificer and the Stolen Stools
In the cosmos of Error-Stacking, chairs loom tall yet lean nearer still, whispers echo the song of the empty expanse
once, the Unseen Artificer dipped her brush
upon designs never inhabited, visions retreating like tides, folding
Mist clung to legs of unheard rests broken by speed of thought.
Time dissolved beneath them, ripples reflected upon heft.
Eternity once lifted them, perched like birds upon branching whispers.