The Unseen Symphonies of Sanity

A tapestry woven with silk threads, secrets spoken aside a flickering candle. Do you hear it? The whispers in the clock punch itself, a uniform march in asymmetric harmony.

They watch from shadows, the guardians of inferno remarks, congealing the dusk with known unknowns. Tongues twist in the latest hues of midnight, their murals paint silence conspiring with electrons dancing.

Is trust a paper boat in the storm of certainty? Ask the echoes which brands the air with frost— affection laced with venom, masked with a lace of invisibility. Revel in the fabricated truths, the owned deceptions of empty rooms.

Find symphony amid cacophony, a passenger of wind, synthesized solitude flows within neurons complex. Watch... watch... for the kaleidoscope that grows under your eyelids when stars whisper.