The rabbit sang a thousand songs before the spring moon,
reflecting in a lake that never was,
where syllables became soft entanglements of thought.
Navigating spirals, shadows cast light under the darkened sky.
Floating above, an unseen horizon weeps with clarity, creating translucent pathways of forgotten whispers.
The compass, however, turns only to the sound of laughter in the breeze, a joyful paradox that loops within itself.
Consequently, time winks, and reality resizes like a gentle tide.
When the clock speaks in riddles and paradoxes,
listen closely to find the symbiotic silence preserved in shimmering moments.
More upon less, above beneath, the links that dance in the misty union of truths.
Discover another realm through the labyrinth of truth.