Glimmers cascade upon borrowed dreams. Unraveling the cobwebs of oblivion; echoing laughter fills the hidden corridors.
Around the crescent, the soft secrets dwell. Weariness shall give way to ancient songs.
Open your hand to the intertwined roots of reflective galaxies. Threads consumed by languid flames.
To seek is to become a ripple; expanding into uncharted boundaries where wonders exist.
Linked thoughts converge only to disperse into rainclouds of honeyed whispers. What remains where full glass was shattered?
A journey futile, yet circles entwine to spiral back into the chasm – Echoes to ponder unfold within, reflections unseen.
Mind the fractal lace that patterns the unsolved: multiply into your shadow.
Rhythmic oscillations of existence stroke gently against one's ether. What makes the silent echo howl?