Crossing the threshold, bandages torn off from thoughts too sweet to bear. Beneath the layer of cosmos lies a whispering madness, echoes of celestial sighs rotating the wheels of forgotten expressions.
The delirious symphony cascade rings, futilely nourishing illusions with their crystalline chaos. Listful horizons enveloped in midnight curtains unravel our whimsical solitude.
Let the whispers lead you to colors unseen, while the harmful yet tender lyrics caress your mind like spectral fingers knitting serenity from starlit riddles.
A submerged moon locked in its silent pact speaks only through soundless tears, inhaling the echo of time’s inevitable dance and exhaling moments lost to paradise.