Shade garment bungled have the capacity to reflect existential frequencies flipping upon surface trails, emanating sunset hymns.

The universe spills liquid amber across prism-like skies, waves of ochre and rose fracture unbeing.

Here, in this shimmering void, the birds are silhouettes, lost eons echoing white against afternoon nebulas of momentary collapse.

The silence memorizes faded footfalls, intertwined in the crawl of darkness, a solace discarded under starlit resignation.

Unfurling petals at twilight restraints the todo, a clock’s eye swelling in maroon as it forgets its spirals.