Do you hear it, the glass-smooth symphony dripping through the keyholes of sleep? Notes circling like planets trapped within their sins, trying to elude but enshrined forever in the cyclical starry vastness.
In quiet whispers, the melodies invite shadows to dance with otters wrapped in moonlight. Listen closely - for every pause, another story unfolds, surreal and dreamlike, woven like fog over forgotten verses.
Twilight arrangements lure silhouettes on a daydream - did the voice whisper that last goodbye as the waves kissed the shore? Navigators of solitude lieutenant the breeze with harrowing notes of familiarity.
Chase the Echo