In the realm where whispers cluster,
spinning silhouettes of purrs collide.
Each meow a sonnet lost in twilight,
echoing through corridors unseen.
Through the labyrinth of echoed dreams,
silk trails left by midnight wanderers.
Unexpected encounters dance in shadows,
a brush of whispers against the silent dawn.
Remember, the path is never linear,
twist to find the untold secret.
Absorb the rhythm, let it govern you,
follow the melody of lost feline cries.