A whisper in the twilight, painted in flickers of bioluminescence.
Soft tendrils of light break the stillness, illuminating secret conversations between remnants of time where transient specters linger.
Imprints of echoes, floating like ethereal jellyfish; delicate murmurs electrifying the air with patches of glowing azure.
Each twinkle audibly pulses; they wrap themselves around brittle thoughts and secrets lost in time; mesmeric blooms blooming beneath the starlit teardrops.
Reality crinkled, thoughts scattering as fallen leaves hosted by autumn winds caressing luminescent skin, reaching fingers out for fleeting possibilities.
Entities dancing just beyond detection—vortexes of thought entwined, connections drawn from alien landscapes.
Fractured Days, their sands slipping between tides of memory.
Find solace in luminous breaths, see,
within shadows hum the notes of airborne dreams,
collect timeless echoes, and weave a tapestry of whispers beneath the deep.