Translation of the cosmos into a delicate convolution of silence:
A whisper dances among the dormant fringes of existence.
Where is the pupil of time, reflecting the void's bosom?
Navigating echoes of the perceived deluge.
Periodicity, ***delusional*** elegance:
An origami of whispers cradles the twilight,
while shadows ripple like chromatic wisps, weaving cryptic tapestries.
Interplay with the unseen murmurs the aeons.
Behold the synthesis of tranquillity:
luminous voids carving silhouettes deep into the horizon,
echoing the harmonic dreams that cascade into formlessness.
Repose of the harmonic auras sutures reality with cosmic wisps.