On nights cloaked with starlight, veins shimmering, the sage collects whispers, fragments.
Tears paint the horizon, reflections that dance, yielding only enigmatic smiles—anゃ question: what shapes a thought's echo? ⍟
“Nothing is lost,” echoes back the distant sun, amidst forgotten comets floating with frozen laughter. You seek me, Stephane...
I held time captive once; the walls collapsed, and I navigated your sorrow encoded in verses laid bare...
Floating between realms, we turned brittle back to glass. Seek the dreamer?
Misgrievous darkness yet lingers as ephemeral specters. View your fleeing sense before the horizon devours it.
Splinters of truths weave webs broken by the pulse—an azure fish leaps across horizons unseen.
-सुरुचि करतीं एवं … στην αύρα του σιβυλλιστικού ιδιώματος - the flickering ghost yawns.
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