Fragments drift
across dreams' edge.
Whispered echoes,
like forgotten songs.
Nodes interlace
in their
silent dance.
Touch them
nevermore.
A flicker of gold
on memory's
vast canvas.
the_ | void[perceive]
Enter the Mist
Time runs soil-like
shifting beneath
the pedestrian thought
roots grasping
Cycles of Reimagining
Ground scorched
by eve pasts
Visiting Roots
splendors dormant