In the labyrinths of chrome and shadow, echoes hum in lumens unseen. Spheres of serenity drift through the tapestry, whispering secrets that cannot be held, only because there is no hand to clutch.
Like a nebula of veils, each thread a sigh, weaving paths that shimmer not in the sight, but in the knowing, where dreams feast on the silk of echoes.
Leap, leapeth the electric dew: the sinuous fluid binds stars to the sands, while chimeras scrawl courses within the ethereal scrolls. Venture, should you breathe the ether deep.