In the forgotten arts of geomancy, the phantom limb tugs the heart
tracing paths where wishes once wandered, leaving whispers
etched in the sand of time, yearning for the touch
of the unseen hand to unfurl their destinies.
These are the lines unwalked but always intended,
mapping a landscape of unfulfilled dreams
in the dim light of astral echoes.
Revelations in the dance of cosmic dust
a silent testament to the paths of the heart,
guiding the lost with echoes of desire.