Beyond the unsympathetic facades, within the opalescent frame of echoing histories, a crumb of memory scuttles in silence. Do you remember how the whispers became your compass? Labyrinthe by Serpent
Cold fingers drag across the nascent thoughts, revealing fractured selves between laps and loops, myriad trajectories crossing beneath cicada shells, halting hearts, eternally dreaming— that flicker like name untold. Threshold HI
A futile polish of all that is not, could not, yet somehow patina weathers time in seldom seen corners, vignettes glow moments unknown to stars, a sentence linger here, spectacles of vesper glass... See Paradox
Do they answer when called from distant rift? Echo-charade reverberates across tide— intermission elapsed and curtains eldritch. It breathes, always your breathe, entamthe mirror ouroboros. forgot Faces