Deep within, the mind stirs — an unfurling quasar of thought, pluming into a limned void where colors speak in whispered echoes. Sink. Another layer down reveals muted satellites of perception, phosphorescent and spectral, swimming, ever swimming...
Lines etched across memories unremembered, beneath the scintillant glaze of twilight shards. Watch a cosmic garden bloom with peridot-hued meteors, unpacking the celestial mystery to penumbra-tinged whispers.
Imagine voyages through woven webs of dreams, freefall in a tapestry sewn with star fragility, where every knot is a song of silent realms — perhaps the spaces between heartbeats?