Amongst the leaves of translucent thought, an emerald wind whispers...
Paths divide, unite, and fade into twilight reveries.
Has the canopy ever been conquered, or merely embraced?

Shadows play tag with light,
revealing secrets in the clicks of time.
Entrances pulse like a heartbeat, waiting.

Somewhere else, a clock ticks backward,
unraveling the threads of normalcy.
Are we more lost than found?