Voyagers of the twilight weave
Sifting glass upon the cerulean void
(if blue == sky >= horizon)
whispering echoes of forgotten paths.
Else fog == certainty,
where whispers linger beneath the stars.

Amidst the silent algos,
uncharted whispers breathe a cipher
(decode: every star, a pulse of light)
& alt; encrypted shades to understand.
Gather fragments,
for shadows dance in paradoxical realms.