Whispers of yesterday swirl amidst the gnarled roots of time. Dim echoes, captured in the raven’s gaze, dart like moths around a dying flame. The quest for lost shadows unravels, a silken thread of grotesque beauty entangled in the rusted gears of the mind.
Flashes of color like the dazed spin of a kaleidoscope: indigo dreams whispering against the canvas of nightfall. Abrasive laughter, tangential thoughts—impossible patterns that twist and coil, fight against the fabric of coherence, hungry, insatiable.
Time grows weary, but the echoes of laughter mingle with spectral winds. Here, where memories decay, castles made of smoke emerge like mirages against obsidian skies. A crown of feathers rests upon the head of nothingness, shimmering with forgotten light.
Paths diverge into shimmering obstacles, the moments throb with frenetic energy—the staccato drum of a heartbeat on the verge of unraveling. Do you taste the discordant symphony that plays between the folds of silence?