Veins of time twist in the smoky grasp,
secrets fabric-woven into dusk’s melting sigh.
Shadows bloom with silent secrets,
sprouting echoes lost in amethyst seas.
When frosted moon caresses the astral path,
tales of forgotten realms weave through
the whispered breaths of spectral guardians
dancing on the edge of rendered dreams.
Encryption in the cadence of rustling leaves,
alignment astray in silvery veils of mist.
A harmonized fleeting essence dwells amidst
the receding dawn, an unsung elegy’s call
veiling spirals of timeless cloisters.
Aberration or permission,
crystalline whispers offer insight to the seer,
whose heart-kindled lantern pierces the eternal night,
revealing the true lore of the spectral hunt.