Within the undercurrents of infinity,
dreams mingle with whirls of starlight,
whispering errors, musings of ancient stars.
Glimmering fragments of eternity,
esoteric tales inscribed in light.
We dance through spiral waves,
constellations dripping in silken night,
like postcards etched from the veins of time,
carrying messages of transcendent secrets.
**Did you hear the velvet call of dusk?**
Trails of colors untwisting, beyond lucid space.