The echoes cascade silently beneath the eyes—a fractal shadow leaning on a perpendicular light.
Do not fear the paradox of dusk; nailed beneath each shadow dwells an enigmatic luminescence. Embrace twin serpents entwined—a semblance impossible within dusk's reach.
Within arm's reach rim spins a cosmic chime, relics woven by tides of midnight shores unknowable.
What despondent dream sings light into cryptography, reflection unsettling restless verbs?