Whisper into the void, where fig leaves weave entropy— sanguine hands kiss science, experiments of lost ascent.

A petal's tear, a drop of time, dripping, drop by awareness, awakening... Resonating currents dance— laboratory lit with fig flame.

Pulses and whispers of a synthetic dream, practical figments dissolved in ether. The soul's itinerary written in a forgotten laboratory manual... erratic, pulsing, figment.