The veil shimmers; it knows not what lies beneath.
Fragmented whispers echo in the silence,
unveiling spectres of lucid imaginations.
Golden tendrils entangle the pastel ether,
draping realities onto the paradox of sleeping eyes.
Is this the kaleidoscope’s secret?
Inhale the forgotten dreams,
where time undulates beyond the grasp,
forever spiraling into the whispers.
A symphony of hues,
a masquerade of thoughts that buzz,
igniting illusions along the route.
Silent thunder resonates,
echoing through the heart of twilight,
drinking deeply from the tinctures of forgotten lights.
The dance begins where pathways part,
end here to where the dreams unveiled,
only to live and breathe in spectral waves.