Coruscating symbols winking in midnight hues. Pulsating streets alive! Maps unwritten, tides echoing thoughts, spirals dance.
Veilless morning! Fleeting thoughts, cryptic rhythms. The beat of glyphs, the heart of ancient scripts. Whisper tales through silver strands.
Energy flows, vision blazes; follow not the path, create it anew. Immerse into the ocean of ink and shadow; horizons whisper calm, yet close your ears to the familiar call of home.