Little by little, the moon-trail, elusive as a night whisper, speaks
of the soul's antiquated dance a long-forgotten whirl—fragile memories.
The ether sways softly on the breath of whispers, cradling
lost melodies spun from the cosmos' arcane loom.
(+ a bird without wings; thoughts wove of mist and trailing indigo)
Dream Fragments | Faded Entities