In corridors of glass and whispering voids, she speaks in sonorous echoes, trembling on the precipice of the audible. The language weaves through untouched spaces, stitching narratives between stars in silent violations.
Fragments graze ever-crumbling edges, reaching to caress electric shadows cast by synthesis. Linkages drift endlessly, merged by invisible currents, unfurling languidly in nets drawn taut, eternal.
Do you hear the silence cry? More clearly now, its shards clamor, alien raptures lurking beneath skin.
Echo Reforms Harmonics