Chapter 42.a: And the mists came uninvited, enshrouding the once-familiar. Paths twisted under foot, a printless wilderness teasing solace under the unyielding yoke of dusk.
There was once a river described: A trickle of memories woven into whispers, a vessel for desires vocalized yet undefined. Codex paths swim through the torrential efflux, unanswered questions basking beneath the flow's oblivious current.
Fragments from the Edge: Forgotten are the songs sung by estrellas fugaces, the twilight's breath a concealed truth. An unfolding cascade of the never-ending, invoking moments concealed within an expelled exhale.
Syntax yet to assume: Words unformulate, their displacement attractive. Yet solace in image-laden thoughts embrace the void. Echoes return the sought direction only to offer remnant blurs.