The heart pulses a glittering rhythm, each beat a quasar in the darkness of existence, mirrors that fold into themselves, spirals grasping at unseen ephemerality...
Dances of whirling consciousness suspended in microcosmic orbits where time stretches and snaps, a rubber band of sorrow laced through joy, buried beneath nebulas of forgotten smiles. What remains?
Library weekends hidden deep inside dusty tomes of handwritten dreams, fingers tracing the worn pages, tangents unraveling like skeins of forgotten treasure, unexpected echoes reverberating...
Unravel Another Universe