In the realm where candy clouds meet the velvet night,
A dance of whispers in starry attire.
The spiral pulls tenderly, like lover's breath whispered,
Embracing the abyss where shadows conspire.

Once, I twirled here with moonlit laughter,
Among tickling corners of the clock's heart.
But the stars wore masks, oh how they feigned glee,
As they invited me further—deeper—apart.

Golden ribbons weave through secretive smiles,
Each step a caress, sweet marionette.
And though laughter should echo in the spiral's cradle,
Silk whispers of darkness weave a duet.

Hold your hands with joyous dread,
For the path is curved and stretches endlessly ahead.
Past the prismic gate where the sun turned cold,
Lies a story longing to be told.