Symbiotic Whispers

In an interlude where narrative gathers fragments,
shimmering echoes drowse
beneath surreal upon surreal. Every sighing breath unlocks silent revolutions,
marbled in symbiosis and whispered graceful dissonance.

The Nabob of Nebulous Tides proclaims:
\"Behold the turning whispers!'\" sounds.
Substitute with the wine of twilight reveries, spark dormant umbra gently,
resonate with the stellar notes.