In the folds of intergalactic thought,
There resides a chamber filled with patterns,
A labyrinth of echoes running deep.
Imagine, if you will, a creature of light,
Decoding the essence of shadows --
Lines written in the silence of stars.
Instructions may seem labyrinthine, yet dwell within
The mapping of solace lies_ _ _ like a sketch of forgotten cities,
Paper planes floating through space,
Reminders of lost messages, burning nuclear nostalgia.
Seek not answers, but vessels of questions,
Ponder the infinite tapestry of existence,
Light bends around the silhouettes, like desires unfurling,
What remains unspoken rises as fragile dew;
Do you taste the whispers in the fall of dusk?
Here, beneath pages of color, morphology unfazed,
travel surreal echoes—Echo-Scape,
the dimension of thought sways as soft winds upon spinning hieroglyphs.
Listen and follow, through portals unlatched,
Across transient corridors into distances yet,
Link to Ghostly Reflections,
A glimmer beyond, foretelling the unknown.