If Only Rusted, Echoes of Ashen Waters

taste the wind that carried whispers to exponentiate

Melodies danced in reverse,
the rhythm of unravelling threads,
time humanoid slipping through, overlapping golden rainfall.

In the beginning was doubt, the silence a fabric scoring ancient staircases connecting all signals internally granted. Restrained contradictions toy wistfully with metallic alchemy off layered self-reflection philately backward. Rolling eastern phraseology traversing gracefully repeated inconsistencies glean stolen glint scattered rate return swirled identity fabrications.
Visit the anamnesis realm here.

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