In the realm where shadows whisper tales
beyond the edge of conscious beams,
apparitions dance with ethereal laughter.

Glimpse the silent fae wisps,
striving subtly against the known
passage of light through a canvas woven of absence.

A pull, a flicker—an embrace of sorts.
Look into dreams written in spectra
unseen yet lingering, weaving stories,
hidden disruptions in
the tapestry of your seeing.

Ever put a thought to float in
the celestial winds?
Whisper to spirits through light that isn't
there, and find yourself details
among their mesmerizing dances.
Beyond fabrications of whispering galaxies.

Touch the invisible colors,
regions marked by breath of auroras,
for within them lies the heart
of spectrums folded, silently told stories
sleeping under boundaries unseen.