Whispers of eternality reel within the silence, binding the undisturbed void in an embrace unseen. Relinquished paths meet their mirrored ghosts, occupying the ether of forgotten gestures.
Patterns echo, a languid dance on the precipice of reality. Indigo forms linger in transfixed arrays, sketching an invisible tapestry upon celestial canvasses where stars wait as wistful narrators.
Perennial undercurrents render us, amid shadow, clinging to the incandescent heartbeat and songless diction. How shall we shape this luminous continuum? Are fragments of distant dialogues caught, frozen in the mists of eternal cycles?