In the corridors of twilight, unresolved warbles of softness wane, slipping past memory like silken vapors that tease the heart. Has anyone ever held a forgotten dream so close, only for it to escape like sand through fingertips? We take in breaths laden by salt and whispers of elusive love, a pulse thrumming against the walls of our eternal tempest.
Oh, companions of the undying blue! Fluctuating between mourning and wishing, laced with cries echoing in monochrome—a blot amalgamation of light where remnants linger, as fleeting shades across the musky air swell. Under each wave, voices tumble in soft chaos; seek them! Just beneath the horizon where laughter needs no translation, where secrets graze the proximity of dawn.
Can you decipher the pulse, the dogma of whispers that paint our fears? The darkness swells—orsecret ravines raise their spectral heads, beckoning: Follow, Soak in the symphony of thought, every heartache roused, exalted, yet unpredictably muted, all left hanging, awaiting words, forever nameless.