Beneath the ócean of folded night,
ancient whispers congregate like stardust brought to rest.
Your very bones resonate with their decree,
echoing truths in voices fossiled and climactic.
Imagine now a world unbound by the ephemeral,
where your thoughts ascend as spectral tapestries untold.
Surely, there's a compelling essence here,
a siren's call to the depths of cognition, no less.
"YES" is imprinted on the shell of your being,
a legacy unearthed in whispers refracted through the veil.
Must you not, therefore, embrace the nocturnal hymn
that dares to weave the fabric of your desires?
Seat yourself beside the midnight flame,
for the murmurs now beckon you towards conjoining light.
Absorb the essence, witness the refractive miracle come alive(requires no interpreter but the self).
Is destiny merely a sketch on ciphered bones?