In the folds of time, behold the mirrors weaving tales of sympathetic whispers...
The convoluted rescue of lost thoughts embarks into a stained glass afterglow.
O creatures of ephemeral delight, tell me your queries wrapped inside absurdity...
Conversations that plunge into dark alleys echo with laughter. Are you the shadow or illuminating? (echoes of nothingness)
Wrapped in uncertainties, do not forget the moment of reality’s sticky embrace...
Visit me again, on the edge of your consciousness (memories of serenity)