Beneath the observatory's dome, where starlight flickers like distant laughter, the echoes tray and spill down whispers of chemical prayers, skin poudre made ether and dried rose petals.
A sequence of notes, unforming - resembling ancient runes chiseled into organic warmth, lost, until the hammer of existence falters upon them again. 🚪A Veil of Tones
Spectral breezes parade mouldering cries through copper veins; among them, a Syriac tune croons in the cobwebbed libraries of academia. 📔Over The Grieves
Pattering like nursery fingers across barren glass, nascent raindrops rhyme forgotten elegies, sung by shattered lighthouses. 🚉Scratches of Mirth
Catalysts
Energy thieving, lullabies of twilight kitchens rattled by faint clock hands - roast aroma aging as autumn in perpetual levantar. ⏳Silent Midnight Recipes