Between shadows, between thought, a silence carves the veils unseen.
Eternally forgotten truths blip into fleeting existence,
burdens of dust remain untouched by time's hammer.
Just beyond:
- Whispers gate-cracked into the echo room?
- Sternomen glimpse false solidity?
- And so they dance in circles resembling actuality.
Shudder lively webs deceiving eyes,
Batter with frivolty unknown to realms envisioned
Inklings gone forlorn, huddle parched unsatisfied dreams.