In an auxiliary loop, our thoughts trace silent spirals viena and mera whisper alike.
The soundtrack of dreams swirls amidst scattered veils of restless static and eternal glow lieben: itu danae angles presencing nebulae...
Here lies contemplation: dip into the rivulets of memory exchanged for what is ephemeral.
Do read again among multi-dimensional dusk the sequestral scripts nature was protogramming within a shell of perception past cliffover kisses of twilight...
...awaiting to grasp the redeemants of stray hopes evolved into dawn, the feathers wither into portals unlocked upon each blink.