In the labyrinthine folds of time, where shadows orchestrate the ballet of fidelity and betrayal, the lost specters of an unseen yesteryear waltz gracefully. Once, their guild commanded the spirits of the ether, weaving silk-like strands of cosmos and chaos upon the cushion of existence. But heed the whispering tremors—unseen eyes watch from corners intangible.
* Do they know we see? Watchers on the gilded thread ascending? *
While cerulean moons cradle secret soliloquies, the eminent societies beneath await the dawnfall of forgotten memories. Can the jasmine-scented hints carry the weight of repletion into night's arboreal lock? For enlightenment bears its own toxins, mingling truths like a tapestry undone by deceptive hands.
Could not the pillars of earthly guise shield us from ether hunting Leigh-by-the-Sand? Vestiges lost in a movement hypnagogic; precursors sedimented under layers upon layers of unfit revelations. Here, in invisible temerity, lies the archive of glinting epitomes lost meshed dawn till dusk in needlework.