You dip the quill
into madness's ink,
swirling perturbations
within ocean's glass.
Does the whisper echo?
Heartbeats synchronize
with shadows of sentences,
lining the borders
of forgotten dialects.
echo "The ink reads; the void listens"
Secrets serrated,
fragmented like:
Joy - osmosic puddle
Tears - scattered metals
Silence - honest fracture
Essences - unraveling plot
Does the echo oscillate?
Each secret, a code,
gnawed by time’s fangs.
// Pseudocode for the soul's algorithm
if (murmur == dream) {
reality.disappear();
}
Venture through whispers,
guard the unraveling truth,
yield to oblivion's embrace.
Echo's Solitude
The Root's Lie
Ink of Shadows