Listen closely, the hum of yesterday breeding tomorrows in twilight folds, every beat a backward nod to footfalls unheard, wrapping essence in silk layers of vision untitled.
The sky tumbles in reverse hues, undressing stars that whisper forgotten names. Muffled choruses ascending, a luster lost to time's twisting dance, oh how they unspin the woven melodies of fate.
Eyes shut wide, open now to the flight of silence on the winged strings of longing. Streamed softly in the distance, echoes of landscapes drifting as waves turned mirrors shimmer free.