In the womb of endless twilight,
lurked giants spun from longing kisses.
Beneath them, the dew of fading stories
coiled like smoke above the murmuring brook.
The harbors shall never forget the howl
of times unspent, carved by moonless tides
built from patience and forgotten reels,
stars chanting beneath beds of celestial almond bloom.
Come wander on the lattices of dreams,
where tendrils of time entwine, exhaling
a tapestry stitched with dusk and ink,
illuminating arches carved in veils of whispering shadow.