In valleys where silence descends, venturing whispers break the night— ripped secrets tumble from heavens faded cloth.
The gentle orb balances on the edge
of worlds unseen, true only
to those who dare to clutch the intangible.
Do you hear the secrets, steady and warm,
as they rest in the twilight bloom?
Some hidden pathways unrevealed—
lead nowhere yet everywhere, waiting, watching.
An unseen hand guides, guiding softly,
your bare steps, tracing out
loops around lost constellations.
What truth will find you, slumbering,
at the edge of your lucid dream?
Seek, and unravel the woven dusk, as you find
clarity piercing through emerald haze.
Discover what lies beyond
the cosmic tapestry, immortalized here: