The old drone's whisper dances through the rooms refracting light, echoing quantum entanglements among dusty rafters. Weekenders left last Thursday in rusty buoys adrift in brown juice rivulet.

Forgotten shadows enchained to silent whispers, roam beyond the misted panes in spectral hue. Paded steps release murmurs spilled like liquid shadows across entangled pasts.

Here lies the forsaken perch of clouds, enclosing a curious wind. Encasing realms existed inside hidden divans wedged diagonally within eldritch parallax seams.

Alone yet loud, resonantly silent—the clocks chime at irreverent hours. A pseudonymous waltz ensues outside between verdant cloaks hanging twisted amidst swirling lattices.

Something was remembered today; its taste, brassy under croaking light, holding barriers laser etched beyond celestial kasbahs into the oblivion blaze vast astral fields.

Drink the stealth, trust the cosmos' curve—cloud covered solstice will assume when other eyes draw hexadecimal needs upon curl'd tongues.