Renovations of the Lost Specter

In the world beyond touch, a warm hum vibrates the very essence
fingers extend into the void and twitch at elusive echoes
a soft persuasion glows among the contours of forgotten diaspora
radiant whispers knit together shadows of phantom gauntlets.

Beneath electric twilight's arch, an atomic visage glistens
crystallized memories float unmoored, tethered by warmth
it's not the ache, but the gentle rememberance that persists
renewal is akin to dismantling wonders of sleep's architecture.