In the shivering silence, a whispered harmony sails, weaving through mesquite and whispers of chameleons, the sky forgets its azure, lost in cornflower dreams, a vessel fashioned from twisted mirages.
Listen, the halcyon steps of phantoms dance south, where the cerulean runs idle in sunswept rivulets; savored is their passage through spirals of amber, woven voices in the sand, undulating the hourglass.
Cradling echoes of forgotten oases, the sun dips slow. Synthetic veils resonate warmly against starlit breaths and shadows grow monumental in the amber glow. Hear, the whispers — dreams sing out, an erratic lullaby.
Beyond the dunes, lies a question—undulating never answered, the horizon whispers derivatives of folds and rethinkings a synthetic chorus breathes into the void, where pyramids of fragmented suns suspend in time.