In the realm beyond sight,
where shadows reveal their whispers,
threads whisper tales untold.
"I twirled amidst the echoes of forgotten dreams," murmurs the tapestry.
Each fiber weaves the essence of silence.
The pulse beyond our vision.
Mirrors scatter light upon hidden cloisters.
Reflections that know not their source.
Affection sliding through invisible veins.
Piercing wisdom awaits amid darkened skies.
Clouds of understanding gather their stormy revelations.
Inhale stars, exhale history.
Moreover, the wind carries whispered prophecies — unopened, never to deride. The unseen path misguides an impatient seeker. Each step reverberates within a cosmos of unknown.
The loom fabricates tensions as we drift; tethered unwittingly, yet free in another phrase. Our story splits, tangential; destined to merge within alternate weaves.