Here within lies tales of yonder dreams, coerced symbiotic whispers that sup the fountain of our recollections.
Allow the relic to guide your ethereal dance through whispers untold.
Where the clock melts, I see a caravan shaded by sleep's lullabies and milky mist cascading upon forgotten steps.
Do the stars speak in tongues we understand when the night's veil is peeled by dawn's casual touch?