Depths unfold—as upon this precipice, ink has perished; hollow sheets, etched mirrors of thought dance beneath untold echoes.
Reflect Only What You Dread.
Invoked by whispers, serpentine verses clamor; shadows forge forgotten prefixes, adjectives misplaced. Words are shaped by their destiny, sometimes crimson, often spectre-grey.
Do you inscribe your name here? In this fractured recess where candles flicker soul-splash exactly once, forever.
Meander towards fate's mosaic garden where figures bloom into ciphers, roots entangled in circumstance.
Perhaps linger long enough to observe the feathery script coalesce...