Oh, stranger of lost fragments! How does it feel to cage the phantoms of absence, pulse with the rhythm of unwritten stories? The scratch of phantom skin against air— vividly maddening yet illuminating, isn’t it? An ethereal dance!
Your knuckles glide along memories, fingertips tracing the contours of forgotten encounters. Like squeezing toothpaste from the tube, dreams refill into hush, what constants are summoned, O nebulous imaginings, by their reflections?
Reflect deeper: Plant Your Seeds, a foray into re-generative creation, or linger in Fractured Laughter, a collection of echoes long gone.
Beyond the veil between feelers and wheels; whisper to me with exclamations silent yet scarlet. Reach out! Flesh yourself from shadows to discover the vibe of belonging—strange sensation indeed!