The song without notes, wrapped in the silent resin of eternity.
Time drips like dew cupped in horizon leaves, whispering wise secrets to the listening void.
Heartbeat echoes: fades, races, pauses... in the dance of cosmic breaths.
Floating between these lines: the murmur of worlds falling out of touch, too soon, too late.
Impressions catch the eye, descend softly, weave a lattice across imagination's palette.