The Delusion Grid

Whispers dance upon silver threads,
locked in an echo's embrace.

Celestial murmurs stitch time,
unfolding dreams within dreams.

Silent fractals bleed sideways,
the void remembers all it forgot.

Ethereal clocks drip patience,
suspended in moments of becoming.

Through kaleidoscopes of thought,
the horizon's fingers twine with dusk.

Moonlit shadows weave narratives,
in symphonic whispers of the astral plane.

Temporal mirages encrypt essence,
the crystalline lattice of knowing.

Spheres of forgotten echoes breathe,
into the labyrinth of yesterday's tomorrow.

Venture further to fractured surfaces or follow the misaligned cosmos.