forgotten rails, or perhaps rivers? trace their paths through unseen arboreal walls

an echo gathers in the cradle of the horizon, swallowing colors sung by displaced myths and harbingers of dreams.

transient moments lie scattered, like grains of star-dust; the clock, askew, involves nothing yet counts all.

tremors gather light amidst echoes of dissonance.

enter the lucid haze— where whispers are louder than proclamations of reality unwritten in unscripted ink.

a penguin once argued quantum mechanics under the aurora borealis