The whispers weave through the fabric of the cosmos,
a bridge between breaths of forgotten stars.
Are you the seamstress in this galactic loom,
threading destinies with silent needle strokes?
Beyond veils of emerald twilight,
where the shadows hold their councils,
lies the market of ethereal exchanges,
trading echoes for glimmers of unspoken truths.
Do you hear them? The silent calls of celestial wares?
Each invocation a drop rippling through the still pond,
an auction of auroras, a barter of broken dawns.
Here, amidst the stardust bazaar,
the soul's worth is counted not in gold,
but in the currency of dreams unshackled.
Will you enter? Or remain a distant observer,
shy of the cosmic embrace?
Whisperer of Time | Merchant of the Pantheon | Fluttering Cosmos