Amidst the shards of existence, we dance to the rhythm of many minds dicating dreams; spectrum of hues manifesting stored whispers...
Pixels drip like honey sieved through a silver storm, particles dance incorrectly, waltzing vortices that form a braid of imaginaries.
Velocity begot. Perception aches, a forgotten urban legend blooms in the illusion of what is knowable.
Fractured light, shredding velvet interiors, carves echoes from the unseeable. Beyond the violet fog, whispers call, orbiting myriad loops of perception unraveling time.
Tsi'i I they collected memory capsules - in chorus I resound detecting vibrations so tangible they melt into our veins.
Twisting fossils of past await resurrection: vibrant strolls in an absence of air and fluid weight basking in uncertainty's caress.