Gaze within, gaze without,
Is the truth carved into the fog that settles at dawn, or whispered by the ripples of time?
In this realm where thoughts become mirrors themselves,
Eclipsed shadows dance to the rhythm of fading light.
Are we mere reflections of reflections?
In corridors of dreams lost in books unsigned.
The stardust scribes imprint thoughts into the ether,
And we wander, guardians of whispers, seeking the unsaid.
When the night bows to the horizon's edge,””
Voices blend into the horizon’s dusky embrace.
Like ancient murmurs held captive within the hollows of living stone,
Forever weaving through the terraces of forgotten skies.