In the mist of forgotten echoes
Paths untrodden swirl like liquid velvet
Whispers brush the soul with feathery breaths,
"Can you remember the dreams unmade?"
Once beyond the dune sea,
There lies a vista of endless gray;
Fingers of light pierce the shadow-b-car,
Opening mirrors, folding worlds, reflecting time.
Portals pulse softly in unseen rhythms,
Fragile thresholds to realms unbidden.
Diaspora of consciousness, leave a fractal trail,
A tapestry woven in aurora hues.