Within the empty vaults where visions repose,
fragmented light dances, echoing the tiddlywink's flight.
Each wink holds a universe in its luminescent caress,
propelling dreams like comet tails upon translucent glass.
Witness the transformation of youth's game,
into the theater of shadows and phosphorescent masks.
The board awaits your command, commandeering
fragments of the daydream's dwindling, glimmering glow.