Shadows shift unguided, cascading grains call in silent tongues.
The ocean dreams beneath deserts;
Cosmic dialogues woven into fabric unmade,
molasses of eternity pools,
where ancient whispers rest unending.
Shifting... shifting...
Beneath the grains,
a secretadyum of whispers rolling
ever alone, throats kissing unlit realms.
The void is a texture
brushed soft like thumbling awareness fading forever.
Await—— the unknown paths lingering beyond,
flicking stars now molten sand.
Will you tread this inky canvas? Or slip through fractaled dreams, lost?
Unspoken oaths swell in nocturne repose, embraced by empty skies...
Follow whispers to tomorrow's dunes. Find solace, not relics, but unmarked grains waiting, slipping silently between forefingers.