In the delicate weave of softened dreams,
where whispers thread through the tapestry of night,
a lone traveler walks barefoot on twilight
tracing footsteps in stardust, unseen trails emerge.
The skies bleed colors of forgotten echo,
mirroring reflections that speak in hushed tones,
of ancient voyages carved by light,
into the hollow shells of ephemeral time.
Each step a revelation, each breath a sonnet,
the wandering soul dances on luminous trails,
where the dawn kisses the embers of dusk,
and reality melts into ethereal wonder.