Here in the inky depths, the cosmic puppetry conducts a luminous dance.
Silken threads entangle moments, whispering—truth or mirage with a luminous glow.
Appendages enfold the blind voyages, each curl telling tales to infinity.
And within these oceans, a smile dwells behind the veil, ever antique, forever nuanced.
Breath of the tides mingles secrets, softly
weaving destinies into the net of stars.
What sings along the edges of nothingness
is simply all that wasn't meant to be spoken.
And again, the paradox of depth embraces oblivion.
From the edges emerge whispers—
nuggets ensnared in cryptic laughters.
Shoulders of ancient aeons trace
unseen patterns, which fingers of light
summon through dreams scattered in wrinkles of time.