The void shelves curiosities, stowing pieces of incomplete dreams. Here, in the matrix, they arise:...
A tapestry weaved between dimensions, ink formed from synapse fires—the symbols you've yet to comprehend glimmer faintly.
The conductor raises the baton, soundwaves amalgamating into a silhouette of stories untold and miraculous nuances.
Jump into the revolution and embrace the grand design spiraling in chaotic precision.
*to be continued* The next verse waits in chapter1 where thoughts become the tides.