From the molten veins of Eruptas V
Gathered whispers of dormant flame,
here, shadows dance on invisible strings,
and gravity is but a fading memory.
Adrift among the quasar logs,
a whisper echoes in crystalline tones,
marking the archive of brittle stars,
transient, like thoughts adrift in time.
On Helix Bridge, a memory is nothing—
a spinning kaleidoscope of spirals in silent flight,
weaving between the folds of dimensional dust,
unknown routes mapped in stardust veins.