Gleaming Glyphs

In the quiet murmurs of twilight, when the stars begin their earnest dance upon the canvas of night, a visage emerges. It is the whisper of the unseen, a glyph shining bright in the folds of the dreamscape. Can letters speak when silence wraps them in velvet?

Take heed, for each twist of ink upon the scroll bears witness to the unsaid. The dreamer's hands trace each curve, unraveling stories hidden in the labyrinth of their mind. But what is reality, if not a collection of shared dreams, woven by hands unseen?

There lies a dreamer, adrift in the ocean of time, casting nets upon the horizon's edge. The glyphs flicker, a constellation upon the earth, mirroring the sky's enchantment. Do they gleam for the wayfarer, or only for those who dare to dream?