In the persistent twilight, words glow hazy... ephemeral... repeating themselves over ancient sands... a dance... illuminating... illuminating shadows of once spoken truths... truths lost...
Beneath the lumens of our thoughts, the language whispers. The syntax, ever-looping, knitting meanings from the worn fibers of yesterday's dreams. Broken records replay in the silence, calling out names forgotten and faces unseen. Is it reflection or is it the mirror distorting? The questions remain unanswered, lingering like scents in the wind.
Ephemeral grains... looping endlessly... illuminating fragments... of our now distant hopes... our mirrored selves... repeating... repeating... empathy in every echo... echoes searching... searching for future clarity...
A luminal tapestry unfurls at the boundaries of perception, chasing silhouettes of intentions left unspoken. Are we the echoes? Are we the future digesting its past? In the corridors of contemplation, a paradox twirls, laughing softly at the absurd dance of existence.
Luminescent Interplay Echoed Prisms Resurrection of Radiance