Beneath the ether's weeping veil, a song long untold phantasmal echoes.
Whispers of the astral winds cradling thoughts—soft obsidian lullabies
breach the silent cosmos.
In solitude, the lantern emitted elusive rays of forgotten truths and
fractured delirium.
Can you behold the mirage dancing upon never-ending dunes of the mind?
The Moon hath its theatre beneath our waking clocks, play it wise.
Step beyond the veil. Open it. What awaits through the prismed mirror?
Enter the Shimmer
Lunatic's banshees scream beneath wine-stained whispers praising
the horizon's eternal flame. It dwindles.
In pods or palaces, we context not the fly's journey through
vibrant spectrum bridges.
Hallowed halls, echoes of laughter past, breathe crystalline essence
through parables buried in graveyard stories cast by elder planets.
Do you hear the folly's serenade, echoing in invisible spaces?
Transcend the boundaries of reason,
illuminate them with pigments unseen
until moonlit rivers dance
through auditory seas weaving tomorrows today,
forming silhouettes past fulcrums forgotten.
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