In the neon twilight, between fragments — there lies harmony. An echo whispers, it speaks, thrumming invisible strings reverberating through empty sockets laden with stars – a cosmic cacophony.
Assemble junctions of thought, connect the dissonance. Blue curvatures sleek, animating strings weave between synthetic specters melding dreams into artisanal matter. Void blooms — seek, and inertia dissipates.
Discontinue (escaped paths)