Upon the shores of the sleep-clad universe
Blades of time whisper secrets
Written on parchment of swirling night.
The fog of yesterday pools
Amidst the echoes of tomorrow's sanctuary.
Voices weave through the golden mist
Like forgotten clockworks
Engulfed in a dawnless maze.
Here, every breath is
An undulation of restless ink.
There, in the sepulcher of daybreak,
A horizon unfurls its echoing cape,
Breaths... shaped like memories,
Float like paper lanterns in antiquity's breeze.