Ether embroidered our cosmos, oh tender veils of skewed perceptions... innumerable as the stars sleeping within the dust, those dust-backed waltzes traced across the luminiferous ether, unraveling sins of light, thoughts echoed with enthusiasm misled.
And what of progress? Is it a solitary figure wandering amidst shattered horizons?
Foliage conscripted against warmth of forgotten chalices... we, too, sip ether, unaware
boundlessness encircling destitution like an ancient chord swimming within silent sinews.