In the maze beneath the stars,
where whispers collect like dew,
Unrevealed whispers unravel,
tracing constellations anew.
Ixora blooms in binary dreams,
a lattice of photons hums a tune.
Moonlit data spills from seams,
truth dances in the silence of a rune.
Numbers weave and fracture light,
each digit a door, a key, a fight.
shadow hides in deepened breaths,
where logic meets its sweet demise.
In the recesses, chaos sings,
a resounding echo of forgotten things,
Schemes are but forgotten lies,
woven tales in the grain of time.
Oh, the chimeras of knowledge,
painted on the whispers of the night,
enigma concealed in a falcon's flight,
forever to...
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