Starlit whispers paint the dreams,
our visions edged in silver, shattered ice of
abysses unknown—remaining just shadows
on the comets' tear-streaked faces.
Listen closely to the chorus of ageless
sodden echoes; see the horizon stretch
beyond reach, a tangled tapestry of fallen
orbits stitched into the cry of warmth beneath cosmos.
Bakeries of gravity, spinning on axle tips; dilapidated shrines
whisper beneath frosted void crowns—seek there
the forgotten murmurs: keeper of trails imprinted
on paperlight pages wafting from nightshaped doors.
In paths unwritten, 未知の道で
dancing hues unpredictable.
выбора, охота притяжение—those
once painted now shatter to reveal
whispers unseen.