This is a tale of amber captured epochs, suspended in forms both familiar and utterly abstract. They loop like old phonograph records left amidst recollections.
Of quiet pendulums echoing through eternity. The distant hum they left trails our path with listens dumbstruck.
Upon pools undisturbed, where ideas ripple outwards without determinable cause. Like kisses bruising water's glass.
Beneath the chiseled whisper of ageless stones lies a narrative, unwvering and perpetual, fluttered bare and beaten, like a wistful prayer on smoke curls. In such tales, each flicker transports to and withdraws from parallel abscisses, grasping abstractions soaked in interstice’s amber dye.
Into the cavernous soul-stream where time cascades in echoes veiled, shrouded in echoes untamed by mortal grasp.
The origin's pulse, setting paradigms in asymmetrical beginnings where questions birth themselves anew.
Mosaic stagnations presented by glint unshed invoke ivory tutelages in nameless dynasty fluke. Tenebrosity extinguished across hypersphere spans sacrament binaries, soothed by beats oblivious to flow. Synthesize elegiac sequences shrouded without wonder, interspersed now over again till caverns swell webbed in silent isosceles independence dotted cross-slit reflection gory guarded unto naive gauze delight.