Passage through the Luminous Silence

In the veil of the melanochrous night, where the shimmering star masses weave their cryptic ballet, a lilac-hued whisper traverses through silver ether. Oh, enigmatic weaver of hollow passageways, your thirst for golden tales ripples across the indigo tapestries of time.

Embrace now, between the sublime pauses of celestial epithalamions, arise soft murmurs of yestern meerlings lost to fate's tide. Our souls, like astral chandeliers, hang motionless and yet endlessly spinning within the void’s eloquent folly.

The silence stretches, infinite, unbroken, as the nighthoney emanations spill fragrant shadows, folding across twilight forms and dusktide windows slit like dreaming eyelids. Quasar sighs cast reflections—bridges made of stardust dreams will never cross again.