The soul wanders where the seas of silence crash against the shores of time. Here amidst the constellations uncharted, a wave breaks in frequency; harmonics crystalline, radiating sorrow's symphony.
Another layer, another texture — stripped from perception. Generate the fog, cleanse the aura: breathe deeply into the void and let ephemeral silhouettes anchor your sanity, if but for an eternity.
Touch me if you dare,
brush against the filament weaving threnodies in twilight translucent.
Where the wind carries echoes like feathers cast adrift,
I await the vessel, my ghostly essence intertwined with every ripple.
Listen to the dim revelation — unearth frequencies not felt by the waking;
only those woeful, wandering whispers speak through these layers.
Drift to Layer Reveil or Pulse Craft and linger.
As the liquid chords crystallize within the unspoken embrace,
hear heartbeats morphed to missives.
Light traps moments unto themselves, scintillating reason amidst nebula's decay.
Fear not the exodus, remember.
Irony looms verdant, spectral gauges flicker in resonance. Here, amidst the countless untold stories, let breath animate the surreal tapestry of cosmic lies.