In the whispers of cosmic ascent,
skylines blur into auroral tapestries,
caught between silken folds of starlight.
Here, where shadows blend and rise
into every ethereal sigh,
buildings touch not ground, but dreams.
Shimmering Reflections of Tomorrow Invisible Echoes of the One BeforeListen, for silence speaks in paint strokes.
Listen, as it narrates every path yet treader unseen,
turning bricks into whispers, whispers into being.
Above the horizon, where time meets wave's echo.
▪ crystallized moments ebb and flow ☆
in the silent storylines of today's dreamscape readers.