Future, unyielding in its girth — a labyrinth of mirrored whispers.
Each key forged not to unlock, but to etch the iron-clad dreams upon
our subconscious seals.
What once was free now bides time behind paradoxical progress
— Will we remember? Will we forget together?
Night speaks softly in the language of rustling shadows
Riding on the backs of our twin desires — to trespass and to contain.
Ether loops around itself, spelling symbiotic voyages
Through closed chapters where open possibilities scribe their tales.