In the hush that follows the storm,
a kaleidoscope of whispers spins,
weaving tapestries of astral light
upon the mists of the eternal dusk.
Faint echoes guide the lost,
their voices an unbroken symphony
of dreams unspoken and visions unseen.
The stars align in silent defiance,
a cosmic dance of shadow and shimmer.
Reality bends, warps,
in moments beyond the capture of time.