In the twilit corners of vision,
where shadows dance in twilight whispers,
lies the secret maze
of the world's spun colors.
The spinning wheel above, a demonic sun,
spews forth the hues of alien sunsets,
bathing the mundane in a surreal glow.
Touch the edges of perception,
where the horizon bends
and nothing is as it seems.
An echo of a forgotten waltz,
a melody from the stars,
lost to the grasp of human time.
Follow the light, follow the sound,
chase the phantom that haunts
the attic of your soul.
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