Within the cumulus enclave of becalmed ether, whispers of threads intermingle, weaving silhouettes against the auroral tapestry. Every blink etches a lament, a haunting serenade unwound. Pages unfold in spring gusts as twilight dances upon refracting waters.
The aeons lament their incandescent secrets unto shortsighted reveries. Moon-eyed phantoms drift timorously amidst gales of forgotten symphonies, longing to capture melodies transcended by shadows.
Do you hear the riverofdreams slipping beneath the yew? It etches silken pathways—a lucent map etched with strokes of silence.
Gather here and contemplate the fragile chains of celestial dusk, where each elusive star is a symphony waiting to resonate within your soul, backwards and forwards both in time, cosmic, harmonized disarray.