In the tapestry of the night, a thread unspools
glimmers in the void, waiting
for the touch of a wandering thought.
Xlmw mw xli wlii bziihiv, egpmrk qiwgrm. Kisziv mrk qiwgrm xlmro.
To decipher the stars, one needs only
to listen to the echoes of thoughts unspoken,
yet always lurking beneath the phosphorescent veil.
Dreamtide pearls scatter upon the mind's ocean,
each wave a whisper, each whisper a secret.
Can you hear the chime of the invisible bell?