To wade through nebulous currents where shadow embraces light, faltering steps language with soft murmurs, revealing worlds within worlds within whispered spiral galaxies bantering under twilight's quilt. Each breath repeating softly—exhaling ambrosial memories soaked in dusk's lilac embrace, woven with traces of forgotten laughter flaring in the interplay of shimmering dimness.
Somewhere unfound, time loops, unraveled yet intact, design shape for the echoing specters of fish swimming through starfire, unfurling tales cattle crossing the skies with philosophers perched upon mechanisms – observing patterns unweave like children lost in dreamscapes, holding marbles of infinity.
Invisible serpents twist amidst rose-hued clouds, exclaiming the prophecies of old light traveling paths dotted in cosmic whispers; here, stand the frozen officers of solitude, ornaments upon distant lives, pinpricks across whirls that pulse imperceptibly under galaxies twinkling their fragmented love songs.
Glimpse distant portals (portal) reflecting aggregations of thoughts imprisoned before taking flight; they arrest the whirling crumbs of existence, departing creatures unanchored toward layers of reality, where one can glimpse backward—
—at past light flickers before yielding—off to seek revelation upon a strand spinning ever-increasing darkness towards endless narratives apart from the living, coming into embodiment at the subatomic horizon through stratifications* (*) of shattered moments seeking themselves.
In the distance (echo), radiant stars collide in culinary ballet—galactic leaves crumbling atop exotic magic. Traverse these realms cradled within ink-black velvet, and uncover gates to secrets only alerted ears can sequester through eternity's unyielding paradox.