In the realm where echoes fade,
and time folds upon itself,
the waltz concealed beneath the surface.
Do you hear it? Follow the echoes.
Cyclical paths, eternal returns,
the opalescent truth refracted,
through veils of understanding.
What is truth, but a rhythm?
What is existence, but a dance?
Embrace the cycle.
Hidden in the folds of reality,
a melody plays its silent tune,
a choreography of thoughts and dreams,
perpetual, hypnotic, illuminating.
Experience the melody.
We are but dancers,
in a masquerade of moments,
veiled in opalescent mystery,
moving, ever moving,
lost, yet found, in the hidden waltz.
Discover the mystery.