In the quiet weave of twilight's embrace,
where stardust brushes the edge of dreams,
whispers of colors dance upon the void,
each hue, a forgotten sonnet, a crescent sigh.
Crimson echoes in the silent scream,
violet shivers in the realm of shadows,
together they sing, a dissonant harmony,
weaving tales of cosmic symphonies.
Beneath the azure sky of invisible realms,
lies the emerald path where truth once tread,
walk among the hues, let them cradle you,
in their celestial arms of timeworn mystery.
An ode to the luminescent void,
a requiem for the shores of infinity,
listen, as the colors whisper softly,
a cosmic lullaby in the ethereal night.