Luminescent whispers once sang beneath the waxing silver invert Phases shift in synchrony. Yes, the lullabies drift static over horizonless fields of lavender marking shadows on forgotten clocks. Here lies an echo, a dream— eternally namesless and breathless— gliding on silent tidal waves.
Stars blink in unison with one's heart a dwindling, wavering embers of yore. Do you feel the eternal embrace? A metaphorical clock ticks differently at the edges of waking and dreamspace. Beyond the veils of light and shadow find the in-betweens of all phases.
Explore the reflections and refrains here. Transcend reality and outline the symphony of nights.