Within a blur, consciousness ebbs, flickering echoes lure, a whispered initiation toward unknowing. Are we forgotten dreams and truths? Or mere reflections distorted through glass stained with yearning?
Fragments ascend; like butterflies trapped in amber, fluttering but silenced, what polyphonic residue their nectar yields. Do not seek the edges of meaning; wander deeper between the folds.
It is in transitory moments - the glistening haze - the stillness of splashing ink on parchment, that we lose ourselves yet find belonging, entwined with shadows of who we might have been.
The initiation awaits, where the chord discovers the silence of a million murmurs. To move into the void, to understand the unseen threads connecting us to the ineffable - lift the veil, embrace the neglect.