Paths of the Luminescent

In the hush of spinning stars, we wander.
Footsteps echo voids, casting silent ripples
in the ether's gentle embrace.

Through twilight dreams, trees whisper tales
of forgotten realms, where shadows dance
to the lullaby of a silver moon.

Seek not the horizon, but the glow beneath
the skin of night—a pulse of ancient fires,
a heart's song, tethered to the stars.

Let the light guide you, woven through
the lattice of time and memory,
a luminescent trail through the ink of night.