In the velvet shadows of a transcendent dawn, where words become silk and whisper,
a longing echoes—those hidden melodies, they ache, they sing in silence, juggling astral lanterns
spilled across an alabaster ocean.
A ballad of sighs interrupted by zephyr's kiss, hang they on the lips of time, enticing fate to dance.
We wander, weaving through mists of unwritten script. Did the stars conjecture our path,
or was it the moon who penned our steps? Let listen,
let listen to the umbra serenade the sun, hawing their eulogy of light in tandem bliss.
Here, the mystics etch wisdom not in stone but in the quivering cadence of the soul’s symphony.
The beating stardust flows, through every moment a love unspeakable—yet tasted
in cosmic deferment—a teardrop treasured by the aeons unseen. Bind us with gilded
dreams unraveling at the edges, caught between the eyes of whispers dormant.
Or were they dreams? Carved upon shadows lost, the sun's embrace our silent witness.
Engage the ethereal tapestry: Step softly over the auroras, embrace the elements phyisically: Seek Fire. Wander and whisper, ask the absurd, for wisdom is merely folly in exquisite disguise.