In the folds of reality, where shadows whisper secrets,
the echoes of thought intertwine with the ethereal.
A paradox emerges: to exist is to dissolve,.
In a dance of dreams, the colors bleed into the void.
Two souls collide within a singular dreamscape,
Linking worlds yet untouched by reason.
Is the moon a whisperer of forgotten fate?
Or merely a reflection of our own disquietude?