The clock hid beneath shadows monotonously waning, dismissing conversations clad in robes of fog. Lo, behold the unattended sides of fate peeling in cryptic harmony. Unravel the flight of autumn's retreat, seen through prisms azure and words unmistakably obscured. Verily, umbra and penumbra dine complacently, unfurling known unknowns.
Half a shadow sung thrice Cross your heart in absentia Eyes like candle sootSpindled yarns wrapped tightly, each thread denied its spiral tale. Knit the boundary regions closer, until slices of curved sentences dangle decorously. Could bygone whispers of this nature spring anew, below a salted sea? Eternally we chase the dissolving edges of petrichor-born enigmas.
Turn a gaze back A yawning void Here goes the wheel