Fractals of Remembrance
In the windswept corridors of insubstantial time, each moment unfurls like a petal—a scent, echoing flesh against bone, whispers weaving through layers of longing. Let us grasp the vibrant tapestries of our existence.
Synthetic voices harmonize, sweet notes swirling, painting the ether with echoes of fragmented desires, each note folding onto itself, infinitely resonating, neither beginning nor end, pathways turning, chains forged in the memories of... us.
Splinters of nights gone by, intricately itched across the luminous canvass of our minds—unreal blooms, tales drifting, as if to say :
- The glass slippers whisper softly beneath shuffling feet.
- Unfurl the petals of forgotten tulips; hum to the timeless joke of unreceived letters.
- In muted ballet, hearts dance like ephemeral fractals—hybrid harmonies intertwining bookleaves.
Violate the void, lend your ears to the bittersweet inebriation of retrosynthetic harmonies and heed a siren's beckoning strain.
Let us wander...
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