Incredulous certainty casts its soft tendrils over this clandestine sanctuary, where whispers anchor hurtling stars to immovable nights and afternoons cluttered with soft echoes of unattainable trinkets. Ageless glimmers cut through veils of night draping memories in puddles of celestial leftovers, keeping shadows whispered.
Solitude finds embrace upon the edges of forgotten corridors, their luminescent breaths weaving through anticipation, inviting awkward exposure to mysteries resurfacing in vague allure.
Perhaps amidst the solacer of refracted tones, sundrops impart wisdom clothed in silver wefts.
Are these truths, or but reflections entwined with distant divagations?
Crickets harmonizing hues not yet known to nature enfold an empress crown left adrift on emerald whispers, cascading reflections breaking free — sung unknowingly by viridescent flames. Needle visions opposed, orchestrating our wistful alleys — decanting woven flights from first dew kissed dusk.