Sets of stars blinked, a hidden night song only whispered among clouds tracing identities not gave nor claimed, here the lines blur and resolve into the lack of edges as we know it.

Unwritten texts lay scattered in the spaces between spoken letters, sentences that might have captured suns collapsing inward or languages reborn in shades beyond violet. Forgotten as dusk takes its habitual throne.

She walked lightly, leaving shadows to dance unchained in the wake of her footsteps. Echoes sang of unknown passages and yet the words danced uncollared and wild, pursed absent by silence.

And within this plane veiled by invisible rain, did the temporal threads knot into conventional comments of lives lived, bought truths measured by nameless rulers jockeying emotions through invisible tally sheets.

Perpetual anthology of dream skeins, spiraling in light-weight tangles. Accept not the weight of dictated stories or ancestral charges.

Here the theme's notes pause, suspended--an aria caught on trembling hallowed breaths.