In shadows that linger like whispered secrets,
Dreams unfold like cerulean petals,
As galaxies drift in the silent weave of night,
A dance upon the edge of wound and balm.
Each breath of starlight draws nearer,
Shattering the delicate ether of consciousness,
Threads of silver weaving between the stillness,
Calling forth echoes from ancient fervor.
The voltage coursing through the void
Paves the luminous roads walked by clever specters,
Scent of tethered realities clinging,
Like dew on whispers undone.