Awakening Dreams
In the cradle of twilight, where the shadows dare not linger,
The whispers of dawn caress the lost silence,
Hieroglyphs scattered like stars upon an endless abyss,
Symbols etched by hands that grasped the first breaths of light.
π π° π
πΏ π
The phantoms of ages dance within this void,
Treading softly upon the sands of dreams awakened,
Lingering in echoes of fragmented symphonies,
Each note a tether to a cosmos unnamed.
Enter their realm, pilgrim of the forgotten lore,
Traverse the labyrinth of your own soul,
And discover the echoes where the ancients sleep,
Beneath the hollow moonβs waning embrace.