Ethereal Echoes

Skipping over the ripples of consciousness, a glimpse... or was it a dream? Floating on the sound of silence; time unravels, threads falling into the void. Whispering thoughts entwine with invisible threads, the air vibrates with secrets untold.

Peripherals wink absently. Visions collapse when the lights dance. Shadows elongate as moments curdle in the twilight ambrosia. Detachment is a friend with familiar eyes. The horizon curves inward, enclosing a sanctuary of blurry reflections.

Paintings breathe on the walls; their stories are mirrors vomiting echo. The traveller kneels. Cracks in the surface reveal a crescendo; invisible like air, tangible like dawn filtered through tears. There lies comfort in disjoint harmony, a rhythm caught in sideways glances and vapour as it seeps away.