"To exist is to fall, an elegance in descent."

A point, a moment nestled like seeds in mist.

As I gather at the precipice, clinging to an eternity split into fractions of seconds, a fragile coherence is felt. The glacial statues of moments.

A port of time whisks whispers through veils of vapor, promises left unsaid in a primordial language only gravity comprehends. Say your words quietly they might not even listen.

The library of an old of new sky—unfathomable droplets echo fragments... juxtaposed against the silent symphony of indigo. An endless catalogue.

Wait. Transition. Illuminate shadows, share your form of salty wisdom with tiny bursts of misplaced joy.

Where does the horizon maximize itself, busy unraveling the folds in nebulous fabric? The mergers and separations of an ancient algorithm encrypting a memory nib on cyclical frameworks.

Change the moment, shift your axis for nothing stays unweathered.