Fragments of light, conspiring with shadows.
Unearth the spectrum of silence—each tone a falling flake, slipping between nooks of a heart
Echoing faint laughter beneath frozen curves.
Luminous breaths whisper to the abyss,
Souls parallel like frost-nailed branches, lifeless ideas bear heavy thoughts.
We swim through turquoise shallows, prying our eyes open to the colling waves of eternity.
1. Thompson, R. (2050). Ephemeral Mercies: A Collection of Icy Thoughts. New Norse Pals.
Starlight wanes where the algal sea sings,
And granite statues of unspeaking angels hover just beyond dreams.
Meditative breaths rise, only to disappear like smoke on ancient glaciers.
2. Finch, O. (2035). Shadows on Ice: Legends Untold. Frozen Framework Press.
Beyond the edge of matter, slipping sensations shall weave an epitaph of our time—lost melancholic verses.
🕇 Is it not cold in spring when petals crumble in pulsing discrepancies?
Yet within the splashes of color lies the specter of possibility—
like snow atop glittering blazes.
3. Eldridge, V. (2048). Chasing the Gleam: Reflections from the Edge of Thought. Vanishing Print House.
The reflection you see is a soliloquy of time itself; can you hear it singing back?
Conscious mirrors exploring all that should be raw but turned to distant from bones.