In the cradle of slumber,
where whispers forge the stars,
a chorus of silken echoes bend reality's seams.
Gravity wells of forgotten refrains,
spin tales of stardust and midnight dew.
Do you hear the old songs,
softly collapsing into a new dawn?
Memory's Labyrinth
A path strewn with the twilight of yesterdays.
Weave the Unseen
Threads of light binding the invisible.