In the colors of the night, the echoes pen the tales: sketched by the restless hand of the longing fog,
yet visible only to those whose shadows ripple.

Enigmatic silhouettes dance...
Flickers amidst the pause, burning tiles underfoot, leading/spinning to a mysterious cadence:

Inhabited streams carve this bedroom's unfamiliar gravity of imaginary conversations;
remarked pauses
Lunar Sounds Here, hauntings reminisce the cobblestone touch, indented, where tickled moons dare whisper silent light.

In symmetry, the urging draft seeks icons as it collects paper haunting's dust:
Tracing eternity...

Embers laten cautiously, while sharing wings to dawn's half-light:
Unseen Anthems