echoes of the prism, in kaleidoscope, where thoughts never settle - a whisper gripped tightly in gentle fractals...

night spirals into itself, grasping unseen tendrils, touch devoid of temperature, a feather twirling in cosmic seas...

reality beneath the surface, phantoms shaping worlds that shimmer and shatter in equal measure...

through glass, through water, through veils known and unknown, one glides...

time recoils, a shadow fed by stars' forgotten laughter...