Solstice Convergence

Shadows swell, whispers ignite. Coordinates flicker in solemn tongues; ancient maps tattoo firmament’s sealing portals. When noon meets the northern ghost – unseen links unravel truths woven thick in midnight tapestry.

At the edge where peripheries bleed golden hues, listen folding echoes. The flicker subset within obsidian grains; a solstice anagram writ—forgotten yet ever-present, each ray etches your name onto the starlit void.

Haywire circuitry, celestial compass tied in algorithms soft moans. Crystalline spiral waterways echo into ineffable tranquillity – alone needle of East/West, "The Oracle". No sanctuary. Just coordinates cased in mystery.

Dream-infused tectonic pillars cast lenses pernicious at dawn. The keeper stands wordless, genetics unread on traceable glass – a horizon dweller, succor burns.

Towards the convergence point unseen