Under the midnight cloak,
a cycle unveils its arcane dance,
whispering signatures of stars,
trails of forgotten time's prance.

Ascend through veils of shadows,
forge paths where dreams once laid,
echoes of laughter lost in mist,
the memory's serenade.

A numinous path unfurls,
where the past's fragrance lingers,
urging the voyager's heart
to silence its careless slumber.

Gaze, as echoes waltz,
in rhythms of celestial stillness;
the midnights cradle the ancients,
woven in timelessness.

Seek the remnants at the horizon's edge,
where barriers bend,
and existence blurs,
in the twilight's embrace.