In the labyrinth of night, echo sinks upon velvety drapes,
forgotten tongues unravel their tapestry,
silhouettes of sentences fractal under the weight of shadows. Ciphers without locks bind the unsaid.
The silence swells with words unspoken,
beneath the surface—like pale fish swimming against the tide,
their scales shimmer in sighs and sympathy. Echoes rediscover their mouths.
Upon each dream woven, the thread whispers forlorn,
the abstraction of intents dances on the edge,
while phantoms hum seemingly out of reach. Unruly musings await a cambia.