Listen to the whispers of shards united, nested tremors quaking, echoing through the void.
Flashes of existence, unseen artists caressing the edges on the seams of what is known,
Spiral into the fractals, into the depths of echoed melodies of flitting shadows.
In the garden of thoughts, where roots entwine with fading dreams,
The hybrid awakens, shivering under the pale glow of consciousness.
Close your eyes, breathe deeply, laced articulations of night.
Here, accept your invitation to the carousel of the mind,
Round and round the beauty of chaos, looping back like tender snares.
Echo into the expanse |
Pulse and Reflect |
Whispers of the Infinite