Whisper soft echoes from corridors never named— a voyage through the silvered night plains. As dreams melt and reshape, stars convene on moonlit boughs, draped in the tapestry of timeless tales.
Here, ambition finds its counterweight— unbroken quests spun by dawn's gentle fingers. Captured in each spectral layer is the memory remembered perhaps by those unslept souls, unfolding vortices in silence nameless; Tipheret whispers.
Radiant intersections—once, melting thoughts in seamless parallax.
By ancient brooks glide on woven winds, touched by an enduring hand—the past's kisses reinvented, ever-eternal, ever-yet fleeting. Drink of timeless nectar, lost the gods did weep. Beholden to twilight oscillations, return to move again across sleeping fields unlyric, yet bard sung once upon endless ages penumbra.