In the vault of cosmic whispers, where dreams entwine the arid tongue of time,
lies an insistent presence, cloaked in the guise of midnight emerald and longing.
The winds, serpentine and elusive, reveal its secret tales:
The stars migrate nightly, yet one lingers—and it listens.
A solitary cactus, as if pierced by moonlight itself, contemplates:
Will you question destiny's echo?
Once, in a labyrinth of mirages, a petal wept its ancient dew,
binding eternity with transient threads of understanding.
Step into the mirage?