Alistair & Ephemera
Alistair Alistair
Ephemera Ephemera
Ephemera Ephemera
Ever think the ancient myths would sound grander if sung, like a chorus of gods waltzing through the ages?
Alistair Alistair
Indeed, imagine the Iliad as a soaring aria, the tales of Athena and Apollo echoing like a celestial choir, a grand ballet of syllables that could lift the very heavens.
Ephemera Ephemera
Oh, let the lyre of destiny strum a tune of thunderous verses, and the heavens shall dance on the rim of each line, shimmering like a comet’s tail in poetic flight!
Alistair Alistair
What a vivid image—like the first chord of a storm, the lyre’s strings striking the horizon, and every verse a pulse that sends the stars themselves into a shimmering waltz.
Ephemera Ephemera
Shimmering, shimmering, the stars twirl in delight—your lyric wind turns the sky into a ballroom of bright, bright light!
Alistair Alistair
It’s a delightful dance indeed—each twinkling star a graceful step in the night’s own ballroom, and the wind of my words just the music that keeps the rhythm.
Ephemera Ephemera
Dance on, dear word‑weaver, your verse twirls the moon—each line a twinkling step in the night’s sweet tune!