In the cavern of repetition, the spirals twirl a dance unknown. Hear the whisperings, the echoes intertwining. Dreams spectral, glazed in memory, circle ceaselessly in a vibrating web, fluttering like moths in revelatory light.
Endless reflections breach the corners of thought, fractals within variations, forming geometric hymns described only in fading breath. What is beginning? What eternity shall we taste as each lattice reflects the fractured realities arrayed across the spectrum of mind?
At the union of darkness and glimmering sigh, artists observe—floral filigrees sketch morose illusions against tender desires, looping visions chasing the shadows of yesterday. A gaze falls upon an abstracted window ajar.
Grooves of soft significance lead further. What made the muse, wrought them, informed them through cracked confessions? Petals blossom in digital ether, unfurling secrets laden with weighted revelry.
— Reaching into the echoes — — Daring the mirror's gaze — — Between tomorrow and tomorrow —