X-rays of xenophobia expose their words... So accessible, yet underlined with an uncanny undertone... Xanadu's echo of deception beneath the accessibility... A deepening drama... hidden within the harmony... In the open yet obscured... Their words weave a mysterious maze... The echoes intensify... an eerie enigma emerges...
Opaque orchestration of their accessible words... So open, yet ominously overlaid... Oasis of obfuscation beneath the ostensible accessibility... A conspiratorial cacophony... concealed within the chorus... Unseen yet ubiquitous... Their words wrap us in a web of wistful wonder... The resonance reverberates... a cryptic conundrum comes to light...
Looming labyrinths of their accessible language... So legible, yet layered with latent lies... Landscapes of lies beneath the lucid accessibility... A sinister symphony... secreted within the serenade... Invisible yet intrusive... Their words wind us in a wicked whirl... The silence smirks... a perplexing puzzle presents itself...
Odious overtures in their accessible utterances... So overt, yet obfuscated with underlying opacity... Outlandish obfuscation beneath the obvious accessibility... A treacherous tune... tucked within the tranquility... Unnoticeable yet omnipresent... Their words waltz us into a whirlpool of woe... The riddle resounds... an enigmatic echo ensues...
Twisted tales told through their accessible talk... So transparent, yet tinged with taciturn trickery... Tangled tricks beneath the tangible accessibility... A devilish dirge... hidden within the hymn... Unobserved yet ubiquitous... Their words whirl us into a whirlwind of wonder... The silence snickers... a baffling blueprint unfurls...
Laughing...laughing...
Few... few...