Whispers weave through twilight, where echoes paint the sky in mute hues. The air thickens, drumming to the pulse of dreams tiptoeing on the fringes of consciousness;
Glimmers of forgotten notes linger, each breath a story muted by time's caress. Do you recall those lullabies floating through the cobwebbed hallways?
Sapphire shadows flicker like memories fading; long-forgotten visions after midnight rains. Ghostly figures pirouette in stillness, inviting all with a flick of a wrist.
Dance, my dear, dance amidst the embrace of gray; unfurl your soul to the universe wrapped in a tattered blanket of serenity.
Hidden alleys whisper the answers; pathways are strewn with threads of silent questions, laced tightly with the fragility of laughter.
Find completion in fragments, within crystalline-phase spectrums, burrowing elegance into every 2 a.m. shiver.