Underneath a shard of moonlight
lies the secret of spinning, creaking wheels
- the heartbeat of what was once stardust.
Gather the echoes of falling worlds,
tread softly on the ridges of eternity.
A silhouette dances upon oil-slick surfaces
with arms woven from sunlight and shadow.
Do you see her? She paints the dawn
with revolutions whispered into
the winds, kindling flames of silver mist.
Unweaving the fabric of yore
The Breath of Iron
Follow the path less traveled,
where dreams etch themselves into
the solemn machinery of time.
"The gears turned in dialogues, speaking less in words than in the cadence of their endless song."