The oracle mutters in syllables astray, a cadenced murmuring over razorippeled skies.
An unseen fingertip sketches narratives on the rim of perception's clogging haze.
Merging myth with memory, the fading echoes of erstwhile futures whisper their clandestine truths.
Defining boundaries with hesitating strokes, each line echoes a forgotten song of absurdity.
Reverberation, an incantation of gaseous meaning, flaws slip through the curtains, dissolve at edges unseen.
Unwritten Prophecies
Measure not the severed, but the exceeding depth of absence — unveil undulating alleys adorned with corroding echoes — Echo's Revelations.
An oracle is but a carrier. An involuntary spectre agonizing over rattling channels, not all knew, not all knew then, not all — Harboring Nightfalls.