Stare into the horizon where echoes resonate
like whispers suffocated by laughter, waiting.
Through twisted fables, dreams ensnare with elegance,
petals birthed of shadows dance to silence.
What if it is but a mirage, winding over fields of uncertainty,
smiles caught in a web of threads unseen,
the moon softens the grasp of day's lucidity?
A spoonerism of the heart, shattered dreams twinkle
like stars dropped onto paper
and each laughter is a shard, set adrift in tranquility.
If you listen closely, the earth hums a song, ineffable,
with creatures carved from forgotten stories, where time
unraveled like a ball of yarn beneath the flicker of a candle.
For each quirk creates its own lucent pathway,
we are but travelers threading through splintered light—
the fable continues. Click advisement by rainbow.