In the hollows of charred twilight,
whispers dance as echoes in vacuums,
caressed by ethereal beams that weave the silent sea of light.

Sails of ink, soaked in a chorus
of hidden symphonies, write signs across
the mind's delicate tapestry, where dreams softly leak.

Under the canopy of cosmic drift,
each word matures into an emblem,
a tale spun from shadow and glimmer.