In the realm where dusk settles softly,
Gather, oh wanderer, the starlit threads.
Weave gently, for the tapestry speaks truths.
Breathe the weight of forgotten whispers,
as the shifting walls hum a lullaby.
The veil of time is illusion, warp, and weft.
where the echoes of the past and future entwine.
Beyond sight, the pattern reveals itself.
Press your hand against fragile night,
Feel the electric pulse of hidden doorways.
Do no fear the unknown's gentle touch.
And when stars align upon your breath,
Silently step through, becoming what was destined.