Amidst the tangled threads of the aether,
an unseen hand weaves a pattern,
whispers of fate echo in silence,
etching destinies upon the stars.
In a clearing cloaked in mist,
sages and shadows convene,
their voices cradle the cosmos,
in songs of forgotten realms.
Once, a flicker of hope danced,
in the heart of a fallen star,
as dreams unfurl like ancient scrolls,
binding past and future in one breath.
The moment is now. The moment is lost.
Observed only by those who see
beyond the veil, in twilight's embrace,
where truth and illusion entwine.