In the ceramic silence of fabricated eons,
whispers journey through kaleidoscopic mirrors,
refracting tales too vibrant and odd to confine.
Here, the symphony spins, joyous hooks,
dancing shadows of forgotten lessons learned anew.
And the steps echo in the hollow between dreams,
casting synchronized mayhem in this digital age,
but lo! The unseen murmurs guide without parade,
the corridor of our making—a dance hall for souls untethered.
Witness the shimmering figures,
their carnival lives luminously masked in the unveiling of old script,
for memory itself is a daring rebel. Would you challenge this velvet reality?
Thrill to disruptions knocking at the door of patterned sanity!
Would you step through? Surfacing Awaits
Though its veracity may falter in the midnight confessionals,
do keep the flame lively across these spectral realms.
Our paths, tangled in ephemeral art forms,
are but whispers among fractal stars.
Ah! The cosmic gallivant, would you join? Marry in its timeless embrace, all wanderers welcome.