Beneath velvet skies where shadows weave,
whispers of the cosmos twine and grieve.
In this spectral dance, aether's touch—a story dissects,
leaving echoes in the void—dark and infinite.
Unseen fibers bond thoughts to forgotten realms.
Entangled phrases breathe beyond the known tapestry,
tracing gothic paths through dimensions unlit,
each syllable—an invocation of the abyss.
Wander here, where dreams fracture to dawn,
amidst the spectral light, a haze of memory.
The labyrinth winds, twists to glean the lost word,
a truth buried in starlit graves—a cosmic dirge.
Hearken to the laments of a fractured time,
as threads of thought—entangled, unravel slowly.
The weaver stands at the edge, transcending light,
beckoning with whispers of forgotten dawns.
Reflect in these mirrored voids, shine your light,
and discover how deeply words can intertwine:
The Darkened Echoes
Lost in the Matrix