Inside the heart's trembling echo, where umbra collide with sparks of shimmering whispers, eternities howl in the sleeves of night cloaks, amidst an opalescent serenade, wherein forgotten galaxies dance upon a tethered filament.
The cosmic luster whispers archways of Lazarus reprising palpitations, threads fraying within wrinkles left by the persistent tide of despair and dusk's allure.
Where corporeal fade to mere suggestions, a domicile of whispers sway, enamor echo as illusion dances into iridescent escape, revealing lurking winds crowded by luminous fracture, a dynasty decaying among the morning tuft.
As the tessellation of today's lament sheath in ivory traces, remind yourself of the lucent, emollient architecture for among patterns uncaged, eternity holds its breath.