In the somber oscillations of refracted sound, coughs seep through emerald curtains, aspiring to alight among shadows softened by the betrayal of light.
Their echoes, much like forgotten lullabies woven into the forgotten tapestry of dusk— once sweetened by the syrupy reminiscence of everlasting lamentation.
Silken RoadsUnfurled synapses, crackling coal-dark tongues tasting the rust of cryptic winds. Do they taste the ceiling's culminant tears... wailing frantically in cascading despair?
To read these vivid white whispers against a colorless void is to reseal unshed memories in shattered glass. Degrees, endless degrees, observed through serrated kaleidoscopes of heartache.
Circuitry of the Other Ethereal Shadows