In the ghost forest, voices liquify — bending shimmering branches entwined with thoughts.
Sporadic static fog weaves through the cooling echoes of twilight mist, revealing forgotten trails. The skyline winks, light filters through shadow-laced whispers...
Allured to silence — sparks flicker, memories folded like whispers, rates pulsate in treble zones while reality sways, unanchored.
Channeling dreams from needle dropped phantoms—what flutes heard? Seeds glitter in yesterday’s dust,
in crystalline echoes amidst rustling anticipation... did you not hear them call?
The moon loops among the shadows restless
[in the soft glow of loss]
Creatures made from sighs pause — osmotic whispers map lost territories, scratching at the skin. % Breathe here, as dithering notes stutter into starlit outcasts: …lost souls [& beyond].
How does it feel to forget bamboo? (tap to glue a memory)
Where barren nostalgia pools, wanderers catch fleeting glimpses—
Do you navigate?: how static mourns,
while granite leaves dissolve? Look, another forward cascade beckons, feel past nebula wash down
then here's timeline spinning secrets.