In the heart of violets cascading dusk,
whispering winds weave tapestries unseen,
the forms take shape.
Patterns fractal, thoughts astral,
diverging paths in a singular maze;
the echo of a silent shout.
Yet beyond, the horizon discloses
another realm unbeknownst, untamed,
where stars curl in their slumber's embrace.
Do you follow the lavender glow,
or seek solace in the crimson haze?