"Ah, the summer days linger in perpetual bloom,
Bare feet dancing upon sunlit corridors,
With every whisper of wind speaks an elusive serenade,
Laden with promises from hinterlands too far to reach."
"The sails of our intentions once faithful, now adrift,
Navigating stars whose light took a millennium to traverse,
Do the echoes remember their genesis when whispered by another,
Or are they reborn anew, with haunting fervor obscured from our sight?"
"Cease these musings, beloved traveler, and ponder—the audacity,
To imbibe the fervor of Venusian roses scattered by careless dreams,
As rainbows collapsed under their weight, a bridge to yester truth,
What tales does opal moonlight wager as mortgages for sanity?"