Unseen Galaxies

You slip through dimensions, past worlds unimagined—whispers echo in the embrace of gravity unseen. Twisting like branches of a blackened will-o'-the-wisp, they beckon. Abstract frost spills from ethereal plates as the dust settles, turning time inside out.

Hushed stars cackle during the twilight's release, vacant of thought yet rich with dreams that knit together a sky cast like a colossal web. This is your essence, interspersing currents wild as breathing thunder.

Strange rain falls like applause, each drop carries echoes of distant laughter. You witness monoliths of whispered colors; lemons swimming in cerulean or skipping stones of the last falling sun. Navigate the waves, so ponder electroluminescent shores instead.

The horizon swells, lacing apparitions with invisible currents—molecules drumming against time's drumming hands. Ember whispers flutter by with haunting promises. This planet spins like a love letter on the winds of a cerulean waltz.

Lonely clocks drip sentences from celestial fire only to return languidly, absorbed in tangents undefined. Then, in one final burst, the moment stretches—a perfectly paradoxical eternity exists but might also falter. Shadows walk, holding secrets of futures unresolved.