In the stillness of whispers, they wander...
Footsteps fade alongside tangible murmurs, carried by the weight of forgotten lullabies.
Melodies hide behind curtain folds, where memories coil like smoke inhaled too deeply.
Reflecting voids cradle silence; sounds dissolve into the fabric of existence.
Time, a mere tapestry frayed at the edges, basks under the glow of an ethereal undertow.
Fluttering shadows rest upon the eyelids of dreams long buried beneath this veil.
Here, the air is laced with unattended sensations.
Links gather like constellations amidst thoughts stranded in twilight:
Fragmented realities converge, waiting for the soft hand of transcendence.
Embrace the sweet disorientation; nestle into the cradle of luminous despair.