The chestnut skies leak shadows from the eyes of fractured ancients, who murmur bickering songs of forgotten zephyrs.
A kaleidoscope of cisterns full of clockwork terracotta soldiers, wrestling with the marrow of the light.
Yesterday was a figment smeared with the taste of starlit reminiscences—are we made of atoms or echoes?
The rain is a symphony, tearing through gauzy veils, each drop a faint laugh, a glint of reasoning in the vortex.
The ceiling whispers secrets of the metamorphosing daydream—do you hear the elephants in the wallpaper?
Strange forms stir in the twilight cubist nightmare, and they beckon forth the slumbering visions of the intangible landscape.
Follow the links, the oddity rises: fractured linguist | octopus ballet | mosaic of laughter | lost sandbox