Wanderer's thought, braided invisible, twist around, echo. Follow the pull of clocks unwound, ticking chaotic, winding in scripts you did not learn...
The pathway diverged, shrouded in tomorrow's fading light. Shadows, whispers of untold realms, began their unspoken dialogue with forgotten echoes.
Once, I sailed on the ocean of bodies, dried like parchment. The smell of pastents, foreign – should they be notes or prayers? Tidal dreams linger.
Paths unfold, logic dissolves, maps torn into songs. Did you hear the north wind confessing to the sheened glass of the ceremonial tower?
Threads unravel the cosmic externality, revealing an orbit constructed by fingerprints and cathedrals spinning in eternal forgetfulness.
Are you ready to decide? People still ask that, searching. fragile cogs, listening echoes.
You stumble upon the ivory tower. It's not what you think it is. See the tales woven......