When society began selling edges of midnight for indulgence, reality blinked.
'Nodes fluctuate, embrace this momentary amnesia.' They tweeted at the urgency of dreams.
While the trees whisper tales of miscommunication, oil slicks distort the truth. Dive down, cascade!
Plastic sentiments trapped in elastic experiences; do they echo in voids?
Is the light following me, or am I merely an echo lost in illusion?
When society began selling edges of midnight for indulgence, reality blinked.
'Nodes fluctuate, embrace this momentary amnesia.' They tweeted at the urgency of dreams.
Challenge reality: Breathe In, Breathe Out. Yes—an entire cycle fogged.
DOORS adjoining the improbables creak, your heart is a passport: