Beneath the shimmering veil of the moon's tender gaze,
Lies a pathway woven from threads of forgotten songs,
Each step echoes with the whispers of worlds unseen,
Oscillating in harmony with the pulse of the stars.
Once, a flicker of a dream caught my eye,
a fleeting glimpse of an ancient melody,
the scent of rain on a sun-kissed memory.
Scattered across this realm are tales untold,
Fragments of light fractal in their dance,
Invitations to lose oneself in the labyrinth
Of color and sound, of silence and thought.