A skittering echo, whispered through the ventilator of yawning cobalt silence - scribbles turn to constellations.

Remembering to forget, prismatic traces sculpt the ether. The breath of forgotten murmurs lingers. Can it dissect the labyrinth of tangoing whims that gleam with iridescent curiosity? It feels, once felt it dances softly in a forgotten waltz.

Chronicles lost in vapor trails, yet I find one spinning like the moon around a tired star. Yes, I’ll keep this glowing thread, the one set adrift on sleepy currents - reopening reality’s tender seam…

One wish rendered fog-bound, untangling from twilight - untouched truths orbit empty gateways. The air, electric with prose-transformed matters, intertwining dependencies slip elastic like dew upon forgotten reeds.