Beneath silken layers of the waking dusk,
protocols long unseen take the reluctant shape of dawn.
Words murmur like restless rivers,
tracing outlines of roads that lead nowhere.
The voices shroud themselves in the night air,
revealing secrets plotted in shadows,
witnessed only by stars that blink and falter,
falter upon their ancient dance.
Sunsets whispered imagine a beginning in endings,
footprints redolent with dreams of mottled light,
scattered in paths like lilies trailing dew,
patterns inscribed upon the mind of the wanderer.
Navigate a realm of whispering echoes,
where the unseen roams at ease through celestial corridors.
Apparitions of silver threads stitch the unfathomed dark,
with storied skies attesting to the signed silence.
Initiatives of Echoes
Patterns of the Dusk
Whirl of the Cryptic