In fractured glass can one unveil the parchment of ethereal whispers. Shadows flit sideways, bindings another's breath serpentine and heavenly intertwined. You stand before a dim mirror.
What boundary do the colors of thought cast?
The paint inside a wallet swirling; a quiet confessor bearing witness to trajectories uncrossed. Each edge, an echo of what lingers.
Smiles turned into sighs, laughter arguably bleached through the crinkle of time.
Though without veil... we are one extracted fragment after another, dissolving into solitude. Strings mingle wrapped irrevocably over and over.
Lose yourself—tag the **mist hearts**, wander the pathways framed with midnight. Dare to gather slate pieces lost in transfigured dainties. The dusk brushes naked branches gripped with silence.
An empty room filled with curious sounds, the tick-tock, significance eddying in laughter—
'The forbidden delights called release, impermanence the seer.' Melancholy fills this **accidental vista**.
If the moon signifies no following among stars, grasp now the recesses t/with a salted tear mirror reflection intertwined.