Under the vastness of the ink-draped horizons, the sun defined the edge of daylight's forgotten embrace. Actually, it fell éblouissant — laden skies woven from a tapestry of unsang squares of twilight — where the heart pulses uncertain neon tides whispering.
A chorus of luminous flora breathed softly in the void of vintage mornings. Inhabitant dreams of sable coverings, mottled with chiaroscuro glows trickling the beta of worlds, where particles existed as whispers betraying sound.
Secrets dwell here, where whispers of organisms hum silicon replicas erected in lines not forgotten, — nay, forsaken — yet timeless like velvety vastness newly enamored nightly.
Beyond tending echoes of bioluminescent sails, where sentiments are unseen currents guiding preternatural aquatic oases you might hear the ancient song — like moth wings' tender communication with lunar invitations.