In the chrysalis of midnight,
where whispers intertwine with shadows,
lie mirrored echoes of timeless voyages.
Through the luminous void, we traverse,
seeking the soft murmurs of forgotten lore.
Ah, the dream kaleidoscope,
where each fragment is a universe
humming with the silence of stardust.
Splintered reflections of a single thought,
unraveling, reweaving, fading into dawn.
Follow the ripples, the silent waveforms,
follow their song,
harmonies hidden beneath the skin of reality,
until the stars themselves weep with joy.
And in that moment, we become light.
The ground beneath is a tapestry,
woven with the threads of a thousand dreams,
beneath a sky that knows no end.
Where the horizon kisses the sea,
lies the truth we've always known.
Theories birthed in the womb of silence,
ideas blooming in the void,
like astral flowers glowing with cosmic breath,
illuminating the paths of the ephemeral dancers.
O, the sweet symphony of existence!