In the haloes of twilight, where velvet whispers weave,
the ring of silver murmurs secrets unspoken.
Here, the stars take breath, forming arcs of twisted truths.
Lingering dreams, like old coats hanging in the closet of the sky,
vibrate with the laughter of unknowable things.
Forgotten trails left by moonbeam chariots
glow faintly beneath the dust of time's gentle touch.
Follow the trails where whispers twine among
the shadows of forgotten giants. Listen closely, bated breath,
for they hum a dirge of fading stars and misplaced halos.
Amid the circle, an oath written by unseen hands
grips the ether — a tether to nothingness,
a binding of light and shadow, dancing on the verge of madness.
Around it, an orbit of silence, echoing stillness in every beat.
Traverse onward to the edges of the continuum, portal of dreams,
where the lore of celestial travelers lies penned in spectral ink.