The twirling whispers, ancient sighs of the endless pink vapors,
drift beyond the palace gates of thought. Melting, suspended;
where the echoes of fossilized dreams are strewn, like dewdrops upon dawn's fabric.
I found you there, among the candied mists,
your eyes reflecting billions of unseen stars, each carrying its own song -
Harmonious dissonance!
Can you navigate the starquilts tracing paths through spiraled clouds?
And in sacred silence, regroup the weary melodies.