In the luminescent dashtail of shadow's embrace — velvet whispers on skin,
Reality — a fabric, stitched by the arcane seamstress with fleeting stars…
beneath the endless sea,
waves of light capt turned to ripples — forever, forever renaming the names.
through reflections found, lost sinking stars∀.
a
dream distant yet near,
permeated through vinyl grooves,
echoing ghostly shorelines unseen.
flash! tress! menders, everything, never items, only touches 博, night: (sway brooding sea folklore).