What sings beneath the crust of mundane? A melody, perhaps, of scattered letters and unfurling shadows, begging to be heard beyond the horizon of sanity.
Do you trace the lines of whispered secrets, inked on invisible sheets of reality? The lunatic sprawls across the pages, a chaotic dance of words spilling onto paths unseen.
Through corridors of forgotten dreams and scattered detritus of yesterdays, the journey winds on. Observe the cipher of an unhinged world: murmurings of celestial entities, whispered through the cracks of night.
Did the stars blink? Or was it merely the flickering caprice of an ephemeral flame? Seek not the answer in riddles spoken by sterile lips, but in the heartbeat of the cosmos itself.