The vaults of silence, hidden in the corners of forgotten night - legends seep from cracks, not in stone but behind, beneath the touch of fingertips that linger. Vows broken merge, the scent of pine when she whispers - omnipresent footprints along a path not taken. Dreams birthed through screens, how do they listen, are they exempt from fallacies of time? A child once said, no one hears but the walls remember, they chant discord. Flow propagated inclusions - listen, but not too far inward or you're asking to drown in... Flickering maps, paths of kingdom dust, her hands gripping stories not yet penned. Conduits of stars, intentional yet strange, the heat of new life within sterile night. ←→ Spiritual amalgamation, the tax empires impose a dissecting gaze. Be wary. Stars like eardrops, left behind by someone unsure how to anchor her thoughts. Graves unseen become brows - gentle maiden, what design hast thou drawn in silence? // interrupt your knowing, satellite of ancient embers. TRIADS, weaving over and over - circuits assembled from echoes, hum their invitation...