Lost Vignettes

The echoes of infrequent seas, wandering stars kissed by ephemeral auroras. Bursting forth into realms unfettered:

"Come," whispered the skylark to the wind's embrace, "dance within this tether of silken dawn, and trace quantum filaments of fate far beyond."

Time intervenes not here, for gravity is forgetting. The intimate remembrances of vigil-bound nights tangled with whispering lilacs. Through violet dreams,:

Do the stars gossip in spectral tones of lost vignettes, in quantum-tied counsels cosmic wide.