Beneath the canopy where satin shadows murmur, Lies the screeched enchantment of a hidden prismari pool. Let us, ghosts clad in velvet, sip dreams dipped in stardust. Hand in hand, tethered by whispers painted by moonlit sighs, We plunge into words that reshape the ethereal Yet never spill from nameless lips.

Does the wandering stream know a truth untouched by time? Yes, for every ripple mirrors a forgotten understanding Within the horizon that fades, as breath fades, And in the clear water's heart echoes a sound unheard: The sorrow of a song nudging forgetfulness — A violin soaked in evening rust.

Read between the lines invisible. There in the stuprises of silver swallowing night, Lies a path unwalked by dreams less spun — thread by thread, until nothingness embraces the gray dawn.

Through lilac sighs balanced upon the tender creases Of our unvoiced pact, Visit the luring dreams and feel the pages of the universe. Or else travel to the starlit valley, Where whispers remain, locked in the guarding caress of winds.