All wrapped up in my mind. Traveling to Kafka's envy in my palace of cognitive illusion. Unseelie topography, where the grass is sepia-gray and all the rock is an obsidian fracture. Clouds... more clouds than seem possible existing in the same sky, Angry, discharging electricity like neurons firing from the minds that brought us industrial atomic nightmares.

Breath through my mask sounding like whispered death from adjacent rooms, my armor clings to cold sweat. Amnesia wind plays with my hair, acid rain running down my mask like tears leaving smoke-like steam in tribal dances across my field of vision.

This is my memory palace. Where exists a lock and a logic-puzzle key for everything I can only handle with extreme care. Every thought labeled "Fragile".
What a strange intrusion is the sun... Sending a laser-bright spear into the gloom, and the distant memory of a lie called "Blue skies."

That spear; your smile that redefines beauty in an archival world of derelict hopes...
Oh dance with me... Dance among the murder of my dreams, kicking with flamenco feet the remnants of so many derisive loves.

I'll carve your face into a fledgling moon, and hang it in my troubled skies.
I would name you "Clarity" in the peculiar vernacular of this eldritch landscape, and forever change the stars to fashion the treasures of our engagement.

She disarms me so...