Whispers float in streams, mingling with toucan-light currents. Eyelids flutter like cities untold, their night glares flickering over jeweled horizons. Can you see the resonances painting history on skin, or are they just flickers on glass?
The cacophony of an unrecorded symphony dances in the air, inviting explorers of the forgotten. Dust particles like stars, thread the ancient weavers had with Intent— echoing, resonating, pulsating through woven silk. Dare you touch and ignite silence into song?
Tales howled in vibrant colors—yesterday's light piercing through moon-drenched wisps. The steps echo, resonate, the empty halls sigh the canvases, stretching decades into eternity. Remember the dreams half-spoken? Carry them forward; they wish to find voice once more.
Beneath the layers, linger the stories of us, buried in bookmarks by ghostly fingers—ephemeral, intangible, invisible yet vivid; weaving complicity through the evident mundane, creating invisible tech through shadow's sight.
If your heart leans too forward, perhaps, therein lies a glimpse of omne cosmica. Or perhaps birth from simple ink blunders creating new universes entangled in chorus. Forever a chase—remember where you left off: here.