Where shadows dance on the edges of time,
And horizons bleed into whispered dreams.
Steps on the breeze, the path unwinds,
In circles that never close upon themselves.
A traveler drifts like a solitary star,
Woven into the fabric of endless nights.
Among the echoes of forgotten worlds,
The journey is the destination, and yet:
The sky hungers for stories untold,
The universe cradles each moment in silence.
Wander onward, through the vale of time,
Embrace the eternity of the now: