Spectral Fractals

Echoing in a spectrum of never-ending symbiotic forms, they vibrant impressions like the midnight clock striking the first moment of dawn's endless highway. Just beyond, the paradoxical stillness dances waves of whispered galaxies.

Intersecting, divinely chaotic lines of recursive assemblages; to touch the spirals in waveforms only to understand that touch itself is a semblance of gesture without root. Is it a mirror or a shadow transcribing reality's crystalline enigmas?

Narratives grow unseen roots, parasitic in their torrid fervor of symphony as muses imprison nocturnal desire in an ever-time loop. Symbiotic paradoxes breathe again — momentary memories of spectra converge until diverging paradoxically.