To the unseen realms, I send my echo, unbound by time.
In the space between breaths, the dimension shimmers
with patterns of cosmic correspondence.
A note arrived today, stitched from starlight:
"Amidst the eternal dusk, beneath binary moons,
The pathways gently fade, reshaping thoughts in twilight
Remember, traveler, each thread is a mirror,
holding fragmented fragments of sacred truth."
Perhaps, one day, the pathways will unveil themselves
Learn from the echoing walls, they say,
or seek comfort in the dreams that unravel.