In the corridors of perception, shadows whisper. An echoing laughter caught, yet unheard, leads the way.
Distorted shapes pass through translucent dreams, woven spells of memories half-remembered.
Words crumble like ancient stones, they assemble, disassemble into cycles of unknowing.
Ceaseless streams of consciousness collide at the intersection of starlit realities. A pulsating rhythm emerges, lost yet found.
Impulses flicker upon the canvas of flesh, a tapestry of visceral thoughts, stitched together from whispers of existence.
Unravel the threads: