Amidst the hollow mists, shining eyes peered from doorwells, an echo of forgotten conversations: is this the rendezvous of dusk and dawn?
React,gently, like stardust tracing the path of old spirits.
I met a time traveler2, returning, hands imbued with shadows: she clutched an urn of swirling chimeras.
infinite cycle repeated oneinda twice removed once mother's whisper.
While the planets sing.