Echoes on the Edge

Vibrations ripple, echoes in the empty void, the silent scream of starless seas.

Pulses of neon weave dreams, lost in the dance of rifts and fragments.

The horizon glimmers, a mirage in burnt amber, where reality bends, whispers secrets to the wandering.

Beyond the mirrors, doors open in the sky, leading nowhere and everywhere, a path to the seeking soul.

Carved in shadows, the labyrinth calls, its voice a siren song of forgotten tomorrows.

Catch the glimmer, slip between the moments—a dance with eternity, a waltz with the cosmos.

Starless | Obsidian Dance | Mirage