The ink flows, a silent river beneath the scattered stars,
Carving tales of forgotten love, among the sleeping clouds.
Once a whisper, now a scream beneath the rippling surface,
My soul dances on the edge of twilight, bidding you to join.
Join the celestial play, where shadows and light merge upon the horizon,
The wind carries soft, cryptic messages; secrets only the brave can know.
Once more into the abyss, where dreams take root and blossom wild,
Mark the passage, dear traveler, for this journey is yours as much as mine.