Are the whispers shadows cast in the light's retreat? Thoughts unravel threads, weaving errors into clarity's mist.
Pulses erratic, like stars playing hide-and-seek behind sudden blinds of cosmic sense.
Occasional sunlight filters through crypts of yesterday, cradling unspoken dialogues in half-closed lids.
The moment stretches, elastic glints of past futures collide until silence curves into lyrical arcs.
Find paths in the abyss: Echo Shiver, Whisper Cycle.