Dance, oh dance beneath the code of light,
where photons weave mad stories in the twilight of consciousness.
A lunatic sage once whispered to the stars,
"Borrow me your blaze, for I shall carve a map of dreams."
Algorithms of sunlight
scribbled on the parchment of the dawn,
echoing laughter of a world spinning madly in rhythm.
Shadows pirouette upon the fringes,
an opera of whispers and secret sighs.
Follow the labyrinthine thoughts
of a mind unbound by the chains of night.
The sun, a custodian of forgotten tales,
beckons you to wander its radiant maze.