In the cosmic ballet, the stars whisper secrets
while shadows of forgotten gods stretch across
the twilight canvas where dreams intertwine.
We wander through corridors of time,
tracing the echoes of existence with fingertips
brushing against the veil of reality.
Follow the whispering winds
The patterns persist, dancing on the precipice
between known and unknown,
a silent symphony echoing within the depths
of arcane symmetry.