Nocturnal beams whisper beneath the door,
colors held at the threshold, secrets waiting.
In silence they speak, echoes of eternity.
"To step beyond the light is to step into oneself."
Through corridors unseen,
shadows dance their timeless waltz,
enfolding hues unspilled in daylight.
Enter the realm
Above, a soft murmur of past
traces interwoven in the fabric,
tapestry of transient mist.
See the visions
Beyond words, the colors remain,
fading yet bright in the memory's gaze,
lingering like a half-remembered dream.