Beneath the celestial dome, A tapestry of stars cries silent. The moon a ghostly cipher, Unwritten tales in shadows borne.
Drift into the quiet void, Where oblivion holds its dance. In the heart of whispers, Lies the key to spectral trance.
Open the Portal to Hidden Realms
Wander; echoes remain in place, the unseen pathway speaks in silent tongues.
Oblivion, a refrain we hum inside our dreams, spectral visions linger where words dissolve.