The veil whispers through the ether , where marbled skies bleed into dreams untold.
Grace, they say, is the anthem of quiet storms, echoing within the sacred confines.
Ripples of time coalesce, as shards of light dance upon the edge of knowing - fractals in the sea of the unseen.
Here lies the heart unraveling the threads of mystic weavings, truth lost in bewildering horizons.
As stars carve paths in the night sky, one becomes a reflection within infinity.
Do you: hear the echoes? Or are you merely shadow chasing light?