Under a velvety swathe of night, where ink and starlight dance in a silent symphony, the dream weaver works silently. Threading tales spun from fleeting motes of memory and whispering shadows. Wrapped in an aura of unseen fluorescence, each strand dazzles with a secret life, visible only to those with eyes aglow.
Her fingers guide Azure tendrils of wistful enchantment, intertwining them with diaphanous elixirs bottled in epochs of forgotten slumbers. Those who dare peek beyond the waking thresholds behold gardens aflame with night-blooming whispers, undulating violets among waves that breathe ∿ the peculiar luminescence of the soul's silken guise.
Delve, wanderer, into the fibers spun entire not with breath, but with glimpses of abound - captured moments from a cascade of effulgent tomorrows you'll never tread upon. But beware, to touch too deeply is to forget...
Journey Down the Celestial Path