Beyond the Horizon, the Ephemeral Dance

When the last whisper of the day fades, the stars weave tales above in rhythms unheard, unseen by wandering eyes.

In voids vast, emergent vistas bloom; they are fleeting, like breaths upon the mirrored surface of time.

Once, in a memory spun of dreams, these silhouettes of light touched the shores of our cognizance.

• An echo in the dark murmurs.
• The soul drifts, seeking that which whispers.
• Back to stardust, or perhaps glances anew.

As the universe folds upon itself, like a lover's embrace, we find ourselves at the edge of everything.

And then...

The void gazes back, piercing the fabric of illusion with clarity.