Liquid Laughter — soft echo

A ripple in the vault of echoes, born from the melody of shadows. The laughter flows, a soft stream weaving through the corridors of night.

"In the belly of the universe, laughter is but liquid silk, woven finely into the tapestry of stars."*

Listen closely, and you may catch the whisper of unseen waves, the gentle cry of the moon's silver veil.

Footnote: From The Whispering Waves, Chapter 3, Paragraph 2.

"Oh, the verses they twinkle in the quiet abyss, where dreams float as dandelion seeds on a summer's breeze."**

This page invites you to a dance, a waltz among scintillating echoes. May your steps be light, and your laughter, liquid.