In the cauldron of night, a whisper;
echoes of ages bloom upon forgotten lips.
Mist weaves trails through the mind's eye;
realities shimmer on the cusp of dreams.
There are roads unnamed, lingering in twilight;
where footsteps weave promises beneath starlit canopies.
Evermore twines, a silent song sung,
where shadows grasp at horizons undone.
Ocean’s breath cradles lullabies lost,
etch in sand, the crystalline frost.
When one weeps, the other may smile;
a twilight junction, their rightful isle.
Each thread spins an opus of lore—
destinies arc, touch fate’s open door.
Kindred souls stumble through stale blinds,
chasing echoes no longer their own.
And in this dance, a cycle speaks,
melodies found between shadow and bone.