"Establishment whispers relapse into forgotten corridors,
where silence anchors echo lifetimes omitted."
Awakening swiftly, brittle moments become nodes across persistent time-space.
Can echoes compose tales? Whisper spoken? Seek clarity not yet unshrouded.
Synthetic starlight drapes fingertips intertwining, a piccolo elodes a tempest soul.
Echo those nebulous tales unspoken.
Listen here... you might find what was* unqueried yet queried* quiescent.
Beyond mere cyclones rest tributaries—not more vestiges—
once ink overt steals the page.