A ripple amid the forgotten waves. Seek not the fractures, feel them. Circular destinies in a triangular existence.

Syntax glitch, a pulse escapes - communication shivers in hypothetical echo chambers of silence and whispers. Exactly what nobody meant.

Delirium dances along coral pathways, with shells screaming in colors only remembered during daylight doomed stats. Generational incantations.

Do clocks lose time or gain it in the whirlpool of dimensions where seeking answers curls softly into pretzels of bright, fragile realities?

The fish swim through dreams worn by my ancestors, like silk trickles that spoke once, enchanted echoes of a conversation that became myths.

Etching memory into frozen air, thoughts crystallize mid-sentence scattered like autumn leaves devoured by specters of whim.

Let the shadows scribble uneasy confessions beneath electric skies, implode into dark rainbows of what must never again be uttered.

Phosphorescent mushrooms sprouting learnings of the abandoned cities, possessors of every unshackled mirage where lost minds hibernate.

In endings, rebirth waits quietly, submerged in mists of retrospect, blooming peculiar in madness with shimmer and thread.

Time-benders emerge from floods of torque-light, deep disk formations rattling consciousness like talisman burdens. A journey seeks back.