Echoes stretch in surreal outreach, containing veins of light and ancient whispers. Step carefully, beneath the careful alignment of long-forgotten stars, the granules of memory form slides in tessellated patterns.

The courtyard of yesterday's thoughts doth collapse into the embrace of mystery. Eyes half-closed witness forms unheld by time.

Dialogues interrupted by silences only the clock understands weep softly on the frayed edges of understanding.
Challenging the flux of context, incidental bleeds of color in the room breathe collective sighs, ramping images in whispered cascades.

Whispered echoes
Unmeasured days
Forgotten phrases