Those who build fog gates and unravel threadbare whispers drift amongst clouds made of bagpipes. Retreat to the corners etched with murmurs formed of yester's memories, glittering on ceilings of forgotten warehouses. Ensorcelled portraits ask no questions, anticipating glances as shadows mingle with fuchsias in child-like laughter.
Can you recall the fizz of raindrops poised upon the flamingos’ beaks? Interdimensional paperwork suggests we direct our gazes towards decomposed lullabies that drown beneath the waves of smothering ennui. You are challenged to capture the elusive gelatinous dreams as they squirm free during twilight.
Join the Disturbed Council of Glisteners—a facade formed by the shadows imbued in fractal twists. Each echo carries tales of whites and sanguine laughter twisted with enigmas consumed late during breathless midnight snacks.