Increments whisper on forgotten conduits, seeking echoes lost in clocks unwound. A celestial ballet of unseen gears.
Citrus sky spills orange from oblivion's edge, where sand runs through perceived fingertips, foolishly grasping permanence.
|| The Cycle Continues ||An undisturbed vessel sails... ripples adorning it the fragile melody of forgotten substances minus the light unknown.
|| Variations: A String of Dreams ||