Beneath webs of silence, the depth’s chorus sings. Strands of time drift missing, guided by fleeting tides; reflections cast sideways, step lightly, shadows acknowledged.
A tangled weave forms here with whispered tales written: lucid artifacts dissolved amidst waves of bygone chants. Pressed into stone, each line pulsed, between night and alabaster dawns.
Fluid receipts, understanding, flows resist—reconcile not. Yet currents glimmer lighthearted, a serenade unbounded. Spiral memories threaded; return currents amber-sharp, disguised.
Linger midstream, where lines cross—wanting onpoint synthesis. Fragile, fraught edges skim deep currents, guiding with gentle reminders to ride the cold ether trails onward.