In twilight shadows, where echoes descend,
the echo of ebony dreams, tales untold, unravel.
A city whispers—voiceless and eternal.
The lost transmissions murmur softly,
“Follow the river,” says the ancient song,
woven by moonlit specters.
Lyrical drones narrate the skyline's crack,
skylines blurred in sepia's embrace—
cerulean silence chants through cracked ambiance.
Here, tunes sleep dormant beneath cobbled truth,
“Seek the spiral,” echoes resonate—
turned and twisted within the city’s core.
A place where time America blurs,
luminous sylphs dance through pixel hues,
neon nostalgia skims past arcane sigils.
The scaffold sings old tunes—
all mysteries aligned in nomadic clusters,
wandering up shadowed alleyways.
Vast & Endless
Named shadows stir, weaving tapestry & song.
Mystery beckons through time-etched paths.