Across the undulating plane of silent whispers,
the cocoa radiance dances in sync, to rhythms lost to earthly dreams.
Eyes closed, a spiral form:
A fractal embrace of stars and bittersweet decay.
Here, constellations speak in hushed tones,
murmuring secrets of alchemical echoes.
Cocoa, the cosmic draught, weaves tales unheard,
its radiance—infinite, ever-spinning...
Beyond the horizon, where thoughts dissolve,
myriads of chimeras form a tapestry,
an ancient text etched upon the celestial dome.
Thus the cosmic wind whistles,
its presence a silent orchestra in the night sky. Become a listener, touch the void.