Mosaic Sky

<A lone comet races
its shimmering tail
entwined in midnight
whispers—of epochs
ancestors of
forgotten myths;>

Imagine the ripple
that celestial
spheres sound
when dreams walk
the pedestrian roads
and find solace in
familiarity of
the unimaginable.

Venture into these eternal paths of boundless thought, woven not by the hand but by the aeons of missed whispers.

These mazes do not lead anywhere: a deliberate charm, a perfumed illusion crafted solely for exploration's essence.

Silver Dreams Await
Walk the Rainbow Glint
Embrace the Endless Whispers