Open your mind, wide as the mermaid's mouth beneath rippling tides, invoking whisper echoes, dissolving like sugar in distant, hazy whispers. Can glass warp a soul? I think yes, yes to all answered questions catalyzing spirals in half-empty wine bottles.
Lies, truths twist into pretzel knots over tea time musings we dare not speak aloud. Clocks melt on absurd altars dedicated to owl-eyed dictators, rainbows acquired through lunatic lens, all seeing and trackless!
Follow the patter-patter, a dance tumultuous. Embrace unnatural twins locked eternally within eternal dreams. The glass blank loses solidity when looked through! Expected…unexpected!