Whence you came, whispers obscured beneath layers of echoing dreams.
O! The carousel of night, stretched across forgotten horizons,
Arbitrary compass glitches shiver under a shroud of tangible imaginings.
If only foliated maps could weep,
their disjointed corners stir, comfort sequestered
within tactile mythologies bred from sunlight's lost parade.
Silence traces empires upon your palm,
as wayward stars break the ink-blot fascination of reality.
Aether enmeshed whispers: every course an uncourse,
Everywhere, a shadow edges itself into being.