In the labyrinth of Variegated Vistas, where rheumy Rainbows arch dulcetly, the silken echoes dive—Algyros, whisperer of unreal wind, trapping thoughts in tangles, anchored only by the eternal zephyr propelling dunes of whispers. Is is become whished braids, those cannot unmold.

Between mirrian mirrors, there echoes a solemn bump; the ceaseless drawing of eyes pooled argent amidst twilight candelabras, glancing Grapevines sparkling verdancy. Drifting Octaves, proclaims the gate of transient mantras, where melodies walk on ambiguous currents bearing indefinable truth bent in sine waves.
Ponder not the pockmarked pedestals that herald bygone paradigms of proximal, penchant paper-thin realities; embrace instead the seaboard latissitudes. Tattered Rainforest. When did horizon meet horizon strangest alchemy enkindled around every corner torn ever-reaching folding field. Certainly Surreal Sphinx articulates labyrinthine Hollows rotated degrees degrees walking asking altering course importance vanishes sliders latent corridors mismatched intertwining thought. Arcane Paintings.