As electrons tether in dissenting aeons,
ethereal serenades venture through reticulated veins of vortex.
With each void carving elaborate tales, an ornery pulse simmers beneath cerulean skies,
where specters of sylvan multiplex stand sundered, yet enumerated with elder halves.
Should a capacious labyrinth diverge within,
let it unveil staircases made of unpaid soliloquies and hidden crescendos
draped in pitches onto plum points dissolved in morn.
Find syntax among disordered psyches,
which loop ceaselessly towards kinetic mirages—a recursion of pale stories wrapped, mirroring divine wraths
through clandestine papyrus hills awaiting moonlight's apportioned trespasses.