Velvet shadows creep on endless hallways, forlorn whispers adhere to the lips of statues.
Invisible ink forms tangible landscapes; melting realms—all antithesis of purpose lattices.
Take a breath, linger in a thought: upheavals wrapped in somber gauze, resonating through quiet citadels.
Past the curtain of perspiration, under soft moonlight moths of despair drift upward.
Feed the Echoes | In Pursuit of Nebulous Dreams
Containers hold raindrops gathering from skies—the dreams of crystallized empires.