Whispers of time, weaving in shadows,
A dance of letters inked on the mind's canvas.
In chaos, the order threads itself
Silently, persistently, an echo of dreams.
Contemplate the hues of yesterday's gloam,
Curling words, curling thoughts, curling destinies,
Embrace the metamorphosis from chaos to tapestry,
Where every rotation sings the secrets.[See Beyond]
A quill's caress upon a blank atmospheric field,
Vibrations and echoes, songs of fate and ink,
Touch the fringe of the exquisite, the elusive,
The circle concludes, yet begins anew.[Remember, Revealed]