In the dance of stars, a forgotten melody stretches across time.
Let it mesmerize your unraveling thoughts wreathed in dawn's whispering fog.
Shadows linger at the border of dreams, cradling the soft glow of yesterday's light.
Remember the echoes of hushed moments,
where light spills through the cracks of an unwritten chronicle.
Allow the gentle warmth to kiss your wintering heart.
There, we pause.
The philosopher's stone sleeps beneath waves of obsidian dust,
its dreams weaving a tapestry of time forgotten and unspoken.
When the light folds into itself, we become the stories once told by flickering flames.