Beyond the curtains that obscure the dawn,
whispers arise from the eldritch echoes.
An intricate dance in shadows of light,
mirrors ponder pasts that never were.
The clock that ticks beneath my closed eyelids
counts not seconds, but silences in symbiosis;
realities diverge like streams of thought,
cradled by unknown hands in forsaken lands.
Each grain of sand, a universe in its own right
upon the shores of a grander eternity.
Enter/Exit the portal
and weave with the dreamweavers, moments in motion.