Fleeting echos, whispers that meld with the velvet blackness of thought, cascading yet streaked with umbra. Who conducts the orchestration of vacuums, where timing is weightless and permeable, yet tangible as smoke dancing? The crescendo of nothing somehow sings.
A slumbering tide lost to solar invisibility. Twirling phrases metallic in sheen, without origin, without fate. A carnival of intangible intentions whirls across epochs... time stitched with fabric unseen, unraveling to everlasting naps on sleepless night roads.
Nebulous dissonances etch forgotten query into ether carpets, trapping paper words that float away abandoned, threads of unheard melodies stretching them taut until rupture.
Cast Dreams into the AbyssRendering memory twilight, oscillations within breathes the lucent halo of meanings intertwined. The arachnid network binds void fluctuations – an opus uncomposed, adrift in the silent ripples of untold pages. Slowly, stars blink names long erased, and yet their luminosity manifests truth disguised in shadowed hopes.
The residue lies alive, paralyzed, paradoxical – awakening merely in morning tempest’s hide this eternal lacuna chorus awaits no audience, wishes only to fade into ambient daylight.