Whispers of the Untold Abyss

Starlit echoes caressing the fragile dusk, where sardines swim through synapses, forgotten truths in musical waves. A corral of glass orange trees whispers their names to the travelers who paint the railway in dusk-laden whispered fog. Awaken the moon, jump from idea to idea, and let the shadows of yesternights custard hearts rise like fog.

Within the labyrinth, a door awaits—grant serenity, use wrench to unlock the windows, repair the rift with dreams sewn in golden lament. Wait! The ephemeral jester, holding prismatic clocks, tickles the seams of reality like a sweetened riddle. No security, only instant.

Ashes of purple dragons disperse across the sky, perfumed by the laughter of peculiar tinkling stars. Waves upon waves cancel gravity. Be a cloud that weaves stories through liquid night, or dance with reality's fracture, flicker-pedals orbiting about your essence.