Boundless journeys beckon beyond the horizon,
where iron dreams weave tapestries of starlit echoes.
Out of the void, whispers form paths of silver,
beneath the touch of a gentle, endless lucid wander.
In the cyclical cradle of moth-lit tides,
voices of ancient mariners sing ashore.
Their dreams, laden with divided breaths,
rocked gently upon the undulating sea of time.