An echo of synaptic dances, a flicker of borrowed time. Chimerical clock gears intertwine amongst speckled sunflowers devouring whispers of starlight.
The tangible remains of crimson ink, draping thoughts like a lantern's light through black shards of perspective. What remains is the sentiment of thoughts unseen, looping in fractals.
Rewind the three aging tomes – Frosted Math in Winter Light, Tangential Melodies of Dreams. Follow eerily luminous paths: Into the Ether, Resonance.