The substance of shadows weaves through the narrative threads of oblivion. Each whisper, a silent rebellion against the architecture of cosmic indifference.
Conversations in electric pulses bind together and dissolve away, forming patterns that echo historical reverberations—beneficial, yet deeply unsettling.
Within these temporal mazes, boisterous tranquility emerges—an anatomy of forgotten sonnets trapped within kaleidoscopic dimensions.
Infinite futures await the reluctant traveler, with closed eyes consuming the ambient memories of past lives yet lived.