A song distilled from the ether,
Woven between stars and shadows,
A dance of light upon fractured glass,
Echoes of a forgotten wanderer.
Once, a voice called out in silence,
A thread pulling through the maze
And every turn, a tale untold,
In each mirror, a door ajar.
And so the traveller moves,
Between realms of dream and reality,
Where each reflection is a story untold,
Discarded notes of an orchestranime.
In the corridors of endless night,
Where every whisper is a universe,
Boundless, timeless, shapeless,
A recursive dance of solitude.