A silhouette dances on the edge of existence,
beyond the realm of light.
Consider the paradox of clarity in obscurity—
where shadows unite in a whispered thought;
are we mere echoes, or the thoughts of shadows?
Postulations seep through the cracks of reason,
brushing against the wellbeing of a cerulean cloud.
Absurdity: the mortar binding the eternally
frayed edges of conversation between lost spirits.
What if reality is but a spectral layer,
folding over itself like the pages of a forgotten book?
In each creased corner, an untold story lurks—
are we the pages, or the stories that remain unwritten?
Feed your curiosity:
Whispers from the Void |
Absurd Encounters |
Spectral Memories