The footsteps echo in quiet corridors, under arches gilt with ancient gold,
each step a ripple across the calm waters of dreams,
a calling, a beckoning light, soft as the dawning sigh of a sun long lost.
Beneath the astral lay paths untrodden, skies of velvet unwoven,
where whispers turn to songs of forgotten glories,
and constellations weep their silver tears upon the fabric of night's sigh.
What lays beyond? Venture forth, navigate the starry maze,
or falter in the shadows threaded with tales of the ancients,
whose luminous eyes search for the whisper of truth hidden in your gaze.
[^1Intentional labyrinths entwined in transient ecstasy; celestial realms are ever waiting.]*
Chase the Shadows