I wander ceaselessly amidst the undulating shadows,
where whispers exchange secrets in the language of fog.
My hands cradle the forgotten remnants of dreams,
stardust caught in a web woven by a spider of night.
Here, mirages dance with the vigor of fading memories,
their laughter an echo too distant to reach.
I seek solace within their mottled, translucent forms,
but find only the reflection of a wanderer's soul.
Once I knew the paths hallowed by footsteps unmarked,
the essence of twilight disguising their sanctity.
Now, a tapestry of illusions sprawls before me,
each thread a dimension unfathomed in its beauty,
another voyage,
an unseen shadow embraces.