Under crystalline skies, the shadows entwine, whispering tales woven in the fabric of dreams. Each wisp of thought dissipates into the ethers, where time listens to the unspoken.
Can the light reach those mantled in oblivion? An ache in the stars pulses softly, resonating thoughts ensnared by shadows. They wander through forgotten gardens.
Illustrations of the Inexplicable stretch beyond limits, a tapestry lifted and frayed.
The paradox of existence shrieks from the crevices: Echoes Vivid Yet Faint drift across shores of consciousness.
The mirror cracked and reflecting lines dance in arcs,
they humble the footfall of time.