Oh, cherish this moment of breath, a fleeting whisper in the cosmic void—
The everyday pink salt of existence crystallizes in your eyes, forming galaxies upon galaxies.
An absurdist tango performed by invisible maestros choreographed the dance of dust motes.
Step forward, where the lavender skies touch velvet oceans—
Your heart, a bewildered moth caught in the glow of a lamp that is eternally distant, yet ever near.
Gaze into the Mirage Listen to the Echo Dream the Stars