The whispers of the wind carry echoes of dreams never dreamt.
As you wander, gilded paths emerge beneath hesitant feet.
Eyes open, eyes close, your reflection is a ripple in silence.
Step upon glass flowers, they shatter, they mend, they hum in tune.
Ululations of stars remind you the twisted clock hands tell no time.
Listen, where shadows knit the fabric of stars.
A door presents itself, concealed and forgotten,
Beyond lies a meadow with no beginning or ending,
Only the scent of untraveled skies awaits you beyond the echoing barrier.
A colorless touch that dreams never knew lines the forgotten paths.
Step inside.