The Shifting Veil

In the labyrinthine folds of absence, where light slips through the seams,

a whisper echoes, tracing paths unseen.

Voices from the threshold speak in tongues of forgotten maps.

Step lightly upon the silent echoes of what was, what might have been.

Below the surface, in the static of stars, constellations shift.

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