A kaleidoscope of fragmented truths dances in the void,
each shard a whisper from an untold dream.
Here lies the realm where shadows paint with light,
and the edges of vision blur into twilight's breath.
A forest of silken silences breathes beneath the waves,
where serpents coil through articulate illusions,
their scales mosaics of forgotten quandaries,
tracing the paths of unconscious desire.
Mystic symphonies resonate within the hollow echoes,
each note a ripple through realms unseen,
where each pause is pregnant with forgotten suns,
and each crescendo questions the nightfall’s gaze.