In the indigo embrace of the ever-silent wand, whispers dance, circling space's edge. Fragmented eternities etch ephemeral presence, swaying slow upon eternity's circumference. One dares voyage, heartbeat by star-sung whisper, through luminous corridors untrodden.
Comets weep silver trails, trees yawning into night's cradle, untouched. Between rhythms of cosmic chords, boundless abandon settles vast. When is now? Tomorrow beckons, yet today is from light-years past.
Find yourself in the depths of colorless thoughts, hidden in the tapestry of nebula's sigh. Stack dreams upon dreams, until your mount crumbles into void. Onto the path where time blooms as petals off the night's pierced bloom.