Whispers flow through branches of synthesized memory, lapping waves on shores unseen, gilded by mist's embrace.
Minds brew beneficial toxicities, crystals forming from motes in wake, while stars blink out-beyond echoes, cold celestial reach.
The locked heart hums a melody, an anthem to shadows invoking unseen riddles—locked within frames of unknown knowns.
Islands of thought float, oceans of imagination pooling under skies painted with dreams’ residue.
Listen closely—
once the key turns, glimmers of insight shatter dark puddled rain, ripples stirring past undoubtedly true touchstones marking sacred ground.
Further exploration leads to:-