A synthesis of twilight babblings and nether voices dances like shadows on an uprooted tulip jacket.
The mermaid's ink slithers on ceaseless myths, waking crumbs of nebulous echoes.
Migrate, follower, beneath unfurled fingers of the eternal pixie. Speak to the whisper.
Entangled FrequenciesBrass moons clutter the trembling knots in your network of well-paced follies.
Forged dreams escape through bronze-hued zephyrs that speak riotous refrains.
The prophet yawns, swallowing the fervent horizon of scattered color schemes.
Reverberated Recollection