A tempestuously whispered name across lost chambers of sky. Time's fragmented shadow sighs solemn tales, forgotten.
Below the night's hollow cage lies an unremembered illusion: a tale sung in a dialect only known to ancient dreams.
A library stood, deserted by visiting thoughts carrying broken stardust pages; it remembered stories never written, and echoing: dreams unthought looking for anchors in the spiral void.
Astral Breath