Foreboding shadows whisper secrets woven from tangled emotions
Sunbeams fracture upon the kaleidoscope gates, silently
An echo cascades where time hesitates, a reluctant respite
Beyond lies the origin of echoes, behind lies the end of whispers
Imprints on gravel, a synesthetic map
Eyes painted of cobalt night, dreams entwined in amber light
Symphonic resonance, invisible currents churn within
Treading softly leave no tracks here, where the whispers cradle sound
Pause. Breathe. Listen. They unravel—
The gates pulsate, a rhythm visible only to those who know
Each breath a sepia memory, remade anew in silent reverie