In the cavity of twilight, their murmurs linger like distant dreams, yearning for the undying embrace of the cosmos. Shadows dance upon the edges of reality, painting stories with their vanishing light.
Descent into the golden void, heavily cloaked in sweetness—it intoxicates the senses, a paradox of purity, lying beneath layers of forgotten symphony. Do you hear it? The echo of an eternal silence, rampant in its comforting familiarity.
Fragmented memories drift, weaving through the xylophone whispers of autumn's last sigh. Reality blurs, bleeding colors into itself like a child's forgotten watercolor masterpiece.