Whispers of the midnight hue, a ribbon made of stardust sways.
Travel where sands forget their time, dwell in echoes of dance.
Seasons unravel through chambers of velvet thought, where amid
the fables born from scattered dawns, silence reveals the pulse beneath.
Discover your within.
The obsidian corridor breaches the undercurrents of lucid dreams,
Where golden filaments, like arrows of dawn, pierce antiquity's gaze.
Revelations crystallize in ghostly mirrors, seen but unfelt,
Waiting to illuminate the corners where shadows cling to sighs.
Pause, linger too long in the wisdom.