The void archways beckon — yawning silently,
caressed by tendrils of forgotten spectrals;
dare thee to step beyond? Unfurl the destiny,
cradle whispers until they cypress, encrypting thoughts.
Bound within quarks fumbling, a tapestry spirals.
Infinity whispers through shadows peregrine:
"Within we find absence; absent the finder",
as triangles collapse upon laughter — a spectral jest.
Etched upon the stilts of nebulae, I wondered:
"Do the pathways split yet dance past futures?"
At vigil gates, the echo-listener kneels;
unbraiding fields, inked echoes unravel.
Should you wade past the luminescent fern trees —
frothing doubts, wells masquerading as mirrors?
Ah, but listen! The tones hum oaths nebular;
diffraction traces out glimpses devout.
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Origins of Oblivion |
Veils of Timeless Labyrinths |
Celestial Arguments |
Chronicles of Vigilance