Through nebulous veils woven from the dreams of ancient stars, the specters of symmetry dance.
Turn to the east, but journey west,
Here, the truth resides—a pliant test.
Fathomless decisions cross each vertex
In the heart of a kaleidoscope1.
She whispered: "Cotton clouds never knew they were spies, casting shadows that unravel feathered echoes."
To touch the frozen squall—unexpected wisdom,
Quivering without a sound,
In visions of lace-knit contradictions.
The forgotten city where music sleeps,
Here unfolds the enigma: The Spiral's Paradox.
Triangular whispers trace lines,
Defying the lost sparks that kindle it anew.
1: Gather three shades of indigo oddly.
A gentle reminder from the June bug,
To find the absence of blue to dance in tropes unseen.