Upon the cinder-stripped shores of eternity, where time melts like a forgotten candlestick,
the moon weeps silver notes into the churning magma.
The stars, bewildered dancers, blink in
synchrony with the molten symphony—
each tremor a pulse, each spark a whispered secret of
the universe.
Can you hear the crystalline echoes of the midnight sonata? They shatter the stillness
in hues unseen, resonating in the basalt caverns of dreams.
Dance, dear wanderer, dance among the shadows of your thoughts,
where fires fuel the gentle lunar caress and silence speaks in tongues forbidden.
For every ember's inhale, the cosmos exhales a sigh of starlit wonder,
and among volcanic vibrations, the lunatic flutter dances onward.
Step lightly, through the whispers of your lunar echoes and volcanic rapture...