Frame dances blurring shadows, nurtured by the incandescent essence of its birth. These amorphous beings sway in textured delight, beckoned by the fugitive radiance.
Perhaps the fabric of existence is woven from tinkling remnants of static noise commingling with the fragrant whispers emanating from swirling mists, etching sigils into memory.
Whirk… hummmm… fizzzeee...
Embrace the cryptic choreography, articulate the notion as the foliage of time spirals freely towards myriad elusive pinpricks of illumination.
Seek the flickering prisms tethered in dimension, resplendent and ethereal, musing on threads of significance known only to the wandering light.
Continuously, the sumptuous exploration meanders through interminable passages – floating fragments waiting to be liberated. They howl in silence; find solace in existence filled by hope.