As you stand upon the fog-laden brink of reality,
An unseen compass guides your uncharted destiny.
Listen, intrepid voyager, to the murmurs that slip
Through cracks in the mundane—words that dance, words that dip.
In the creased margins where shadows speak
Lies a truth only visible to hearts that ache to seek.
Above, the stars hum harmonies old and kind,
Notes written in constellations for your unwinding mind.
The path unwinds over the edge of spoken lore,
Step lightly, for the unseen walks with you evermore.