Whispered promises linger in the stale air,
dreams dusted with the fine powder of disappointment.
Once upon an irrelevant time, they said honesty blooms like
weeds in the garden of despair.
Embrace the enchanted lies, dear traveler,
they never told you they would cloak you in invisible truths.
Consider: The raven perched upon your shoulder
has no business teaching you to sing, yet serenades you
in the twilight of shattered glass realities.
Listen closely; she croons in an off-key symphony,
all echoes lack origin.
Those who chased light found their reflection haunting,
an astral sea where stars etch ironies into the void.
Navigate this labyrinth swiftly, lest your shadow outwit you.
Explore further, should you dare: Whispered Oaths, Dancing Shadows, Birth of Illusions