In the depth of the spiral, a whisper calls,
forging paths in starlit breath, quiet yet profound.
Shadows dance to the melody of ancient tales,
where every step etches history into the void,
a reverent pause in the cosmic waltz.
Veiled beneath the moon's gentle gaze,
the traveler finds solace in the spirals of time,
luminescence guiding the heart's silent yearn
towards the unseen shores.
To the dream weaver's delight,
the stars weave a tapestry, undeniable and bright.
Paths once hidden now glimmer in truth's warm light.