Threads of starlight, woven.

Listen to the constellation's breath.

Silence speaks in patterns, maps of fate.

Tangled, a whisper remains. Entangled.

Beyond the veil of night, dreams cradle.

Echoes of what could be—a shimmering path.

To wander is to hear the unspoken.

A journey stitched from twilight's hands.

Delicate Paths
Silent Turns
Woven Destiny