in the echo of twilight,
footprints dissolve
into scattered constellations.

wandering through
corridors of the unwritten,
beneath silent whispers
of veiled horizons.

where time bends,
touching the edge
of fading starlight,
and the mind is a tapestry
of astral mazes.

infinite paths,
each untraced breath
marks an invisible
map of forgotten echoes.

as galaxies fall
like droplets
through the weave of consciousness,
raining cosmic whispers
on the soul's journey.

the horizon is
an unreachable promise,
written in
the ink of luminous dusk.