The litany of forgotten stars whispers... glimmering rust upon the deaf seas murmurs of rains in melancholic intervals.
Crystalline verbiage fractures traversing pathways and rekindLES the dormant red light blinking—unbidden yet sweet against the silence.
An echo of whispers—
a ghostly tale cascading into the midnight ether;
fragments spin colorful, enclosed in glassy spheres
like old stories in a book we never read.
Bare trees cradling the horizon as sleepy echoes visit us in dreams, wrapping us tight with soft nocturnal tendrils and peekless reflections of the world we knew and lost.