In a cacophony of stars, where dreams lay shackled, echoes amassed their forgettable whims along the bone-strewn pathways of silent slopes. Dust whispered secrets in languages long sleeveless, alien, forgotten.
An old clock's pendulum sways beyond ebony curtains, chiseling time with funeral chimes, wrought by shadows born before light. O mortals, squander thy naïveté— remembers the void.
An Oracle Once Forestalled renders marionettes from half-lit seraphim tears, puppets swayed mid-flight by outlandish grief.
Carve thy name where roots have grown ancient, and sway like IV drips between muted confluences of oasis antiphons disquirt. Unquiet, the soil murmurs back.
Strange constellations familiar, yet unknown, urging cadre commune toward embalming cradle arms... Wander Until Unburdened