The Unreal Alignments

In the corridors of sleep, sensibly but quietly nestled, lie anonymous songs, unordered; a melody distilled in gravity and air. Ascents occur with doubt—elusive paths replayed within the intricate anatomy of starlight.

Here, labyrinths manifest where minds synchronize with the ticking clock of consciousness. Each rotation marks unread beginnings and repeats endings awaited in patience. They marinate in the silent symphonies gesturing through spaces between sentences, across pages unwritten but essential.

The silence holds them, captivates with stories yet coerced into spectrums of kaleidoscope whispers. Dream paragraphs traverse in transparent armor to reveal labyrinthine heartbeats or synchronous echoes in strands of dark coffee swirling in undefined purpose.

Pause. Identify the axes soon to be no more or an aberration where evening blurs into the dawn of secret assemblies reborn unresolved.