Beyond the veil of the everyday, in the corridors of stardust and shadow,
there lies a solarium where echoes paint the walls
with fragments of ancient melodies—hummmms from the void right beyond.
Floating amongst crystalline tapestries, whispers swirl like autumn leaves,
drifted upon a breeze unknown, delivering messages
etched by fingers not of this earth—ethereal diagrams and hieroglyphs.
What do these symbols mean? Perhaps a lullaby sung by
faded echoes, or a summons to realms beyond
the prism of our waking dreams.