Beyond the horizon of waking thought,
whispers the edge of the universe,
where lights fall like dreams—
gently, across a silent ocean,
auroral echoes of a star's breath.
Here, you find the door left ajar,
stories woven in the winds of time,
a galaxy's sigh caught in the night,
waiting to dance with the morning light,
flecks of truth, fleeting and bright.
Navigate the clouded ether, seeker,
for the paths are softly whispered,
through veils of shimmering solitude—
listen to the quiet signals that sing,
in the realm where wishes take wing.