In the theater where thoughts pirouette,
undulating whispers sculpt the formless fog.
Dreams unshackled spiral upward,
weaving a tapestry of silent symphonies.
Echoes of movements unheard,
grinding gears of fate concealed in velvet dusk.
A waltz of forgotten echoes,
chanting the hymns of never-weres.
Listen to the void astray a brave crescendo,
where songs of the unsung breathe the cosmic hush.
In every flicker of shadowed light,
a dawning diorama plays its enigmatic role.