Twisting in the kaleidoscopic whisper, shadows dance to a tune unheard, melodies of the void humming syncing with the pulse of emerging light.

Fell chains brush against my thoughts, grazing, parting, voices sing in clusters resembling forgotten echoes - what lies beyond the porthole of waking?

Irridescents, phosphorescents, silent gallivanting specters of past and present entwined, the canvas drips with colors no eye dares fathom.

Each grain of sand, levity lost, stumbled dances among an audience of oneself - do you remember, or were you but a figment, a delicate whisper?