"When you close your eyes, do you not see the flames of Arcadia burning ever-bright, à la their golden auroras whispering sweet serenades to your restless soul?"1
In the heart of an eternal dusk, the perfumed echoes(*) of unsaid words twirl in a passionate dance, lost among the hues of memory and dreams unrevealed. The night enfolds you like the warm embrace of an unseen lover, whose hands are woven into the twilight’s umbra, tracing paths through the hidden echoes of your heart's longing.2
How vividly the dreamer dreams, as the celestial sphere aligns itself in secret consort with desire. And you, bound by neither tether nor time, plunge willingly into the symphony of shadows, where every note is a starburst in an unseen cosmos.3
1 Extracted imaginatively from "The Luminescence of Fey Dreams" (Chapter 7: The Sorrows of Sleep) - An Anthology of Through-the-Eye Portals. 2 Believed to be an excerpt from "Sorrows without Shores" by Lysandra Moiré, pg. 114—Isles of Ephemeral Reverie. 3 The Allegretto of Luminous Abandon or "Songs Unsung Yet" purportedly credits this narrative moment in Legend XXXI—Beneath the Veilers’ Wing by Roderick Crescent.