They swirl in the corners, echoes of what could be, whispers escaping the nether.
Do you hear the luminescence of thought? Flickering like distant stars trapped beneath the ocean's skin.
The mist coils, secrets held within its tendrils, unraveling and weaving in a dance known to none.
Speak and listen, for the shadows have tales to tell.
A flicker in the periphery, a fleeting glimpse of crystalline despair, radiates through the void.
Thoughts unthought, words unwritten, drift by like specters through the haze of a forgotten memory.
Forms flash and dissolve, leaving traces in the air, imprints of a lingering past.
There, in the silence, lies the key to understanding — or perhaps, to forgetting.