In the symphony of whispers, crystalline echoes unfold.
Where light bleeds shadows and silence sings.
Beneath the veils of morning, secrets of the dusk.
Touch not the horizon, lest you fall into the skies.
The crystal weeps not, yet its tears quench the flames of oblivion.
Revelation is a dance in the fog, a mirror's waltz with destiny.
Existence in tandem — the dance of stillness and the fluidity of form.