The Inedible Poison of Truth

Beneath the veils of forgotten echoes,
where shadows whisper untold tales,
lies a truth wrapped in the silk of mirage.

Once tasted, not on tongue but thought,
the bitter sweetness lingers, evermore.
A poison not of harm, but of awakening,
in silent screams of light and shadow.

Whispers through Time

Here, time bends, and deja vu breathes,
life through loops of unseen strings.
Dance upon reflections cast by
dreams that never were, yet always are.

Like a spider's web, delicate, yet firm,
truths ensnare the unwary wanderer.
Round and round the spiral staircase,
spiraling inward, to the center of all.

Echoes of Forgotten Reveries
Dream Weaver's Realm