Silently, the stars weave tales woven from threads of loom-like whispers.
Fractured lantern-light dashing amongst the desolate trees, echoes find silence in raptured void.
Beneath pulses of azure mist, testimonies linger unsaid,
Shimmering truth hidden in the murmurs of the tide, like wax whispers on a violet canvas.
Glistening reveries overstep the bounds of shackled dreams,
Lured by luminescence, we dance on the edge of forgotten glades.
Hesitate no more, gleamed souls, for flickers beckon gently,
In their glow, the world turns anew—a spiral in azure night.
Beneath the undulating waves, truths are whispered,
and luminous thickets whisper secret tales of watchful skies.
The clock melts, each second—we drift closer to intimate silence;
in the warmth of radiant void, fear dissolves, yet wonder sleeps unawed.