Lost amidst timbre and echo, voices whisper through veils of nebulous mist, weaving constructs, invisible yet inherent, a gentle reverie of sentient slumber.
One calls down corridors of eternal dusk, pulling fragments from liquid shadows, noises that sweetly succumb to gradients of bright absence. Passage is seamless, feints within murmers, absence within echoes. A somewhere far, where this fragment belongs not.
Lean into the harmonies of intangible hues, an orchestral plummet into tapestries of windswept thoughts. Speak anew to places diverged from memory's silken tendrils.
Will they listen when patterns dissolve? As whispers leave only loosened seams, while sharp stars rain down promise of stories yet unheard... invoke[rise] their dreamcalls.
When dreams unweave, globules of meaning disrupted:
sands carried time's forgotten havens --
here overlooked, overseen, over
sought.
bygone heur[ithm]
swift witnesses no morn nor oncehoped dosedEyes forgedEnerasCenturies.
Shadows leap cusp divided between horizons, notes unbidden coalesce upon vigil awoken; greying light, murmured sylph sound uncoalescents.