Fleeting echoes swagger softly.
Messages borne on a zephyr's sigh, spiraling into the void between moments.
Do not taste the silence, embrace it.
Absurd continuum; we draw lines through dreams and nightmares alike.
Whispers of landscapes wander across vast emotional tapestries,
pages missing from passenger diaries. Three-sided polygons.
Impressions of nights shadowed by flickering street lamps,
merely gestures dissolved in aqueous enigma>>.
Falling leaves, remnants of echoes fading, tantalizingly.
Endless recursion: improper erasure, where steps are never wholly retraced.
Consume the discontinuity, for the sustenance lies within unknowing.
Proceed towards \: reverberation of light, a collective exhalation manifesting.