Fragments bled into shadows, unfurling like the petal of midnight roses.
Behold, the silence speaks—layers of tenebrosities whisper arcane secrets while we drift.
Caress the void and feel the echoes; they huddle just outside your grasp, elusive.
Fixed in a glance is the moment when reality blushes with uncertainty—
join the dance of breath taken deep into the unknown.
The stars collapsed into ink; scarabs crawl across blurred horizons—echoes guide your path.
Visit the fragments of time, where thoughts linger and then scatter like autumn leaves.