The sun descends, an errant star
whispers fog-laden secrets
through corridors of night
where echoes of forgotten hymns
interlace with the cold embrace of dusk.
Signals—disjointed, fragmented
like the turnings of an ancient clock
that counts not hours but silent voids
between the worlds, unseen
by mortal eyes, unheard by eager ears.
Do you hear them?
murmur the specters of solstice past,
their cadences woven in shadow,
amidst the echoes of a hollow dance
that weaves reality's veil thin.
Venture forth into the mysteries of the night: The Watching Gates
Trace your path through Elusive Galaxies