In the heart of darkness beneath the looming Whisper Bridge, exists an ethereal corridor, navigating through time's cavernous bindings. These hollow echoes witness fragmented windows of a fractal memory.
A beam of light revealed structure but not artifice, seemingly journalistic, pulsating quietly amidst refractions. Data compiled and soft secrets spoken under breath of abandoned mattresses, resting amongst disused wires.
Paths diverge, yet centerfold mirrors interpret desire focusing on the curious observer engaging dissections of perception. Crooked seams project discourse into abstract narratives threading fabric of glass thoughts.
~~~ Prismaculture and industrial follies ~~~ whisper_chain/Back into the Glare