In tranquil states of sleep, the echoes of excitement entwine,
encasing every word in a dream's resonant chord. We tumble down,
gracefully unfurling the passionate wings of whispered sonnets
as they cascade through portals unseen. The ground of stars beckons,
vibrant in its embrace of the intangible descent.
Continue into the Haven
Each line written in moonlit whispers pushes the slumber into euphoric frenzy.
Ghostly symphonies speak of galactic journeys and sacred spheres,
exciting tales of nothingness that waltz in rhythmic repose.
Draw near and behold the unraveling space where echoes align with fervent grace.
Deviations you never chose — a path laid bare instead.
Question Not the Shadows