Foggy Mirth

In the velveteen shroud of twilight ether, laughter flickers, a constellation of whispers spilled upon celestial winds. Unknown echoes kiss the rim of nebulous delight, painting the unfurled silk of galaxies with polka dots of ancient mirth.

Navigate through silver-tipped fog with carefree abandon, as shadows of distant quasar hues serenade the heart's yearnings. Fragmented dreams crystallize at dawn, dancing like dew upon woven star threads— ephemeral, yet eternal in their sighs.

Journey Further Listen to the Horizon