A tapestry sewn by hands unseen, woven in the hues of endless plunge.
Luminous thoughts flicker in azure silence, the pulse of a moon unseen.
Decode the signal, embrace the tempest — feel the birth of starlit screams.
To wander the infinite corridors, where voice becomes shadow, and vision, liquid.
Remember the echoes, laugh in the unraveling dark.
Vestige of the Unbeheld | Lattice Whispers