Born from a silent light, the sapphire twine
in the tongue of the lunatic, a whirling secret
buried beneath lunar whispers.
Echoes of laughter ripple in the void,
as eyes of the deep sky opens wide,
sucking in the kaleidoscope of fate.
The sweet poison of memories,
engraved in azure shades—
oh, how they waltz without reason,
through corridors of forgotten dreams.