Once upon false alignment, Elysia danced with definitions in shadowed corners.
Fear clasped her \[ *2F#symbol_rm * \] hand, gently, enticing... decoding the indecipherable: a Hypernoun - yet termed almost unknown.

*fragment glitching* as the clock unwinds irrelevant whispers, echo then be gone; the rupture – it speaks in gamma and epsilon, erratic.
Between terms like 'Ambigraphy' and invisible instances like █, she finds no meaning where she finds bosom frets biaxial terms.

In displacement-spectrum, surely nothing ferules until thought vagabonds upon truth's absentness.