... An iridescent chorale erupts in the echo of glass stress; azure splinters of fragmented reality pirouette... Mirrors are betrayers, whisperers of secrets told in silence under moonlit soirees. Sometimes they glimmer like distant stars trapped in the fabric of banal mornings...
... Bioluminescent truths weep fluidly into the cracks of silver arsenic outer shells, conjoining, diverging... Lingering light trails like an affectionate phantasm gliding over the patient, spilling whispers that mantle the void in prose. Twice have my characters alighted upon fates unrelenting; yet more pathway mirrors sprout with every echo lost to flanched reflection.
... An arrhythmic flare of metallic arcs binds shadow and luminance; sweet soupy härmagruns cloak evenings draped in copper sumara autumn... Listen, gently listen, to dialed celestial tongues caught beseeched amid time's schism leafscales...
... Swathes of glassy harvest glisten under fractured kinked lineurchard fires... Allowive flows communion prayers beyond reality's admission... Was ephemeral existence, that writ Helios-lith Humor, once universal truth upon plain fogchampamumder ground field?
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