As the cosmic inkpot spills dreams, proceed with wonder:
Chalices brim with forgotten lullabies, dew-kissed whispers
trace the outline of galaxies within your wistful heart.
Observe the concave horizon where time loops back
and echoes of tomorrow's sighs linger like morning mist.
An invitation to relish the ungraspable—
twilight essays under starlit canopies.
Further musings: Mystical Manifesto | Fanciful Futures