Like whispers from alternate existences,
I penned this correspondence through nebular currents:

Dearest avatars of forgotten scalene tracts,
In the shadows of our doubly spiraled paths,
we kaleidoscope between echoing voids,
tracing spectral bleeds into tangible dusks.
How do you clasp the unfurling glyphs that tapestry your perpetual eve?

Awaiting tangential response from restless aeons,
pathways intertwine with dreams...