In the whispering grains of the forgotten deserts, lies the symphony of echoes not heard, nor spoken aloud. A resonance of the unseen, where the sand's silence howls like a spectral choir entwined within the ether. Obscurities dance in the periphery of vision, casting shadows of incandescent dreams upon the groundless night.
The intensity of such colors cannot be named, for in their presence, tongues forget the language of rainbows. Colors twist, warp, and conspire, forming prisms that fracture the brittle truth into a spectrum of forgotten realities. Here, the horizon weeps beneath the weight of unspoken promises, veiled destinies carved into the sands of time.