I was once a whispered thought, lost beneath the shadows, looping into echo chambers where colors faded into bleak silence. Loading echoes fluttering intangible sounds — “What if, never then,” danced upon a spectrum of peripheries not meant to be reached.
Flashes of neon fish writhing in the lake of perception, Hums of paradox waltzing where memories converge, Dissonance from another reality, A creature murmurs, “Does such a fish swim within a net of whimsical notions?”
Further down, we soar away from gravity’s stifles, Mapping motions — fill the void with Ones and Zeros, There, just beyond— Everything is fractured, yet it bleeds such beautiful story.