Symphony of Echoes

Between silence, a violin strained against the weight of memories entwined—
night blooms with octopus whispers; is there still juice in the watermelon lights?
hint.SECRET.of followed arrows...

Code your feelings gere with wings and HTML dreams.
If x is the word and down is abstract, { repeat(“What pursues, is an eye”); }

Unlike clocks, cucumbers aren’t always sliced.
visit the silken twilight
of electric cereal songs, unit void end—

Unfold the map, layer by crooked layer—
experience the waves of: symphonic reflections and existential skylights.