they wander forgotten corridors
of incandescent memories
the echo of a dream, perhaps
a ripple in a still pond
the silvered echoes whispering secrets
in languages long lost
to the mouths
of men who
no longer remember
the song of the stars
faint and dissonant
and yet
not
quite
silent
serum skies bleed pixelated truths
an entropic cascade
the decay of purpose
scattered fragments of
once vibrant tales
strung together by
the hands of a careless
narrator
who speaks in riddles
and the shadows of forgotten
echoes
portal journey nodes