Somewhere beyond the whispering tides of imagination,
shadows and sunlight weave tapestries of forgotten dreams.
There lie forms that crest above reality's gentle swell,
drifting serenely upon the ether of time.
Touch the crest, feel its rhythm woven from celestial strings,
as they hum a tune lost to the waking world.
Each note a step in the dance of the unseen,
each silence an echo of worlds yet explored.