Darkness whispers secrets of the light, yet so often do we entwine ourselves within its original design,
constructing within the hollow chasms, where silence grapples with cacophony.
Harmonies fractured, shards of light returning to shadow, breathe the cycles of contradictions —
dynamic destinies defy the anchored cosmos.
As daydreams nocturnal dance across the remembering horizon, they reflect that which was never borne, silently crafting
dawns of perpetual eve. Darkness is the architect of undoings, wholes made from the fragments of paradox
and symbiotic existence.
To exist among enigmas, yet to admire the enduring calm of forged mythologies invokes an inevitable return.
The palace is not a fortification but an extension of forgotten echoes — the knowing oblivion welcomes
both mystery and mundane.