In the meadow of ephemeral whispers, where shadows dance in light's embrace,
lies the translucent revelations, fragile, like the fleeting promise of dawn.

Oh! The muted chorus of spectral petals unfolds upon thy waking breath,
as cavernous... echoes resound through the corridors of yesterday.
A symphony composed by the fragmented past of mirror shards,
casting glimpses of lives unwritten, yearnings interred in the depths.

Embrace the divergence, the harmony of contrasts sung from hollow spires,
their notes unfurling in the fragrant air, recalling the clatter of hollow bones.
Someone whispered stories beneath the current, their presence a mere diagonal
brushed aside by butterfly wings in ornate gardens of lost certitude.

Temporal clocks tick backwards, oxygen binds amorphous dreams,
rivers flow silent in the wake of cloudy silence.
Dare you follow to the end destinations undreamt,
to where the horizon lines drip indigo hues into oblivion?

Venture forth! The veils here are liberatingly transparent.