Threads stitched taut—the heartstrings vibrating beneath the dawn of an undefined somnolence. A fabric—woven from shadows, dreams unlit; paragraphs written in the language of forgotten sustenance.
The slide, Quartum: wonderment melting into the fluidity of fractured time. Whisper not of means or measures, but of extension, reverberation through dimensions unseen. Silhouettes dance, entwined, knitting echoes into darkness.
Mingled with fog, untamed sighs veiling faces once cradled by muted lucidity; devoid of edges. Tendrils lock; what falls from one's lips weighs heavier than intent, an imprint of lingering absence cascading down.
A cosmic riddle of driftwood paths—find solace among the dots lost in brevity. Or look to where stones wish to float. Make graves of the intangible, transmogrification: soft responses scribbled weightlessly beneath broken halos. Elicit necessity, unfurl the cult of translucence.