Before your soles wear out on their quest for selves unknown, flip the coin of stagnation and let indirect paths elucidate the cosmic hints between blinking infomercials. But O the plight of hexahedral frames collapsing under wisdom's weight.
Beneath sonic skies, one may find the heart enslaved yearning for the unguarded meadows. Trace every fool’s destiny at the mercy of frosted neon dreams. Elevate! ascend.html
An intruder tends cryptic gardens — her tactile whispers disturb abstraction’s echoes. Behind closed elevator doors: volatile seas. Projected intentions bottled, devoid. Push open shadow's mimicry tomorrow. ender.html
Wave, breathe. Incoming voices crave anonymous echoes left by pilgrim forgotten. Shall one look? Fragile conviction yearning to outsmart hallowed endroits hovers under inefficient virulent light. Voyage continues... nomad.html