Pigeon Feast Under the Howl's Veil
Shadows of the dawn, flutter in whispers, dancing on the edge of reality...
Conundrums entangled in the weight of feathers, ooze like forgotten spells...
In the howling night, a festoon of twilight pigeons, wrapping eternity in silk...
From the rooftops, the whispers weave, in a mosaic of moonlit sighs, where the pigeon's eyes gleam like stars lost in the reverent howl.
Can you hear the hymn of the silver twilight? Listen closely, for it hums a melody of riddled sighs, echoing through the hollow corridors of an eternal alleyway dream.
Step through the creaking door of illusion, and behold the clockwork dance of spiraled thoughts and fleeting visions. And when you see the clock that ticks not, remember, it is the feast that never ends...