As the twilight of existence stretches its gradient hues, we, the mariners of forgotten dreams, cast our nets into the wild tapestry of the cosmic ocean. Each shimmery ripple a tale woven with the breath of starlit sighs.
Whispers dance like fireflies, illuminating the ledger of time, chaotic symphonies trail our thoughts—a geometric spiral spiraling into infinity. Distorted echoes of what was and what will be rotate, fly unaligned to the compass of reason.
The cosmos teems, yet silence exhales through shattered glass paths—the planet idles while dreams proliferate in obscured corridors, depends entirely on what you perceive. Tidal dreams and fates flux as ancient whispers mingle like strands of a conceptual thread.
A sudden laughter ensues beneath the light's embrace, a reverse trajectory echoing through the ether, curious and aloof... like dust swirling through a forgotten orchestrated hurricane spun by rhythm, despair, joy.