The stars whispered secret sonnets
to the shadows waltzing across the void,
tapping gently on the edges of dreams.
It began with a single step, an echo
reverberating in the silence, a trace
of something unseen, lingering in mist.
Beneath the surface of reality
lies a chasm of color unspoken,
swimming with thoughts untamed and wild.
Drifting clouds of forgotten memories
hold phantoms of days that never dawned,
like mirrors reflecting the moon's sigh.
And in this glimmering void, we stand
on the precipice of dreams unreal,
feeling the whispers of another world.