Echoes Without Limits

The path of pale whispers dances on the edge of consciousness. What is corporeal?

Flickering lights like fireflies trapped in a memory fading against the skyline. Twist.

Words sketch labyrinths, reflecting forgotten shouts echoing within a boundless void.

Time fractures atop a thousand yawning glances; here, all becomes unresolved motion.

Chimera of oranges swim under silvery dreams — reality made fibrous, indefinable.

Echoes brew infectious delight, while planets take on the shape of ancient spells.