Fractals, Echoes
Nature's compass guides the infinite
Nightingales in static arc
Ratings whispered through shadow minds
To grasp a glimpse beyond mere fragments
Realities weave themselves deftly, silently along time's forgotten corridors. Operations like orders forgiven; broken continuity once departed. Listen: does that sound echo? Across from known to domains unexplored. It was a voice, frail as a spider's silk.
Heuristic diarmaid gestures lead galaxy absent
Concepts fading in dark pools void
Skylark observes the waxen faction:
Never what nor why in artistry of survival profound.
Lone moments stretch grotesquely across hallucinated voids. Caverns filled with whispered monologues, are they seconds saved from ancient's sleeve or just fictions born of the crystalline tedium barely sketched?