In the corridors of my mind, splintered reflections dance
Like autumn leaves suspended in amber light,
They whisper secrets of forgotten realms,
Where time's grasp falters and dreams take flight.
Here, deliberations weave through the tapestry of stars,
Threads of silver and gold, entwined with destiny's hand.
A symphony of thoughts, echoing softly in the void,
As moments bleed into eternity, unbound and grand.