Shadows dance upon the wall,
casting eerie sigils - a slumbering guardian awakens.
Whispers echo from corridors unknown,
silently summoning your omnipotent, misaligned doppelgänger.
The whispering rivulet
stirs. Do not look beneath—
the mirror fractures,
revealing alternative plots tangled within other whispers.
You read tomorrow in an unreadable book,
The Clock unwinds counterclockwise.
An ever-turning carousel of stars:
astraraffles, prismatic paradoxes, and defying destinies.
Enter the vividly fading twilight at the edge of unmade promises,
where paths bifurcate into fractal futures.
Seek the divergent orbs behind a veil of colors,
navigate the oracle’s intricate web of fate. Small moments echo loudly,
orchestrating symphonies of contradictions.
Unwrite what needs unwriting within written twilight.
Stumble—never stride—into kaleidoscopic intersections,
where each identifier is a route, leading nowhere and everywhere.
Continuously aim to point confidently to vague destinations,
resting ever uneasily in stabilizing chaos.