In the cradle of blue-saturated almonds, where fates knit their wavering laces, an echo whispers — forgotten tunes and once-thought melodies. Over and across tessellated shadows, wander the dreams clasping destiny's hand in fierce resolve.
Of what constitutes the cosmos except reflections of fractured illusions, our visage against eternity's facade? Each particle congenital to a chandelier of sparking electrons, poised to shimmer through celestial corridors.
Listen close, weary traveller, as the dusk song of prophets dances with ephemeral lessons, sketched on thinned parchment by the tender fingers of a new dawn. Here, intertwined chains of what 'has been' cradle possibilities of what 'could be.'
Veil of Nuance