Silence waltzes between the echoes,
and the stars dip into pools of forgotten dreams.
Here, beneath the shroud where thoughts dissolve,
the whispers of tomorrow are tangled with shadows of yesterday.
Veil upon veil, revelation drapes the unseen,
and the breath of oblivion hums at the edges.
As the mists dance, they carry the essence of what is,
and what is not—an eternal reverie.
Follow the path of the unseen, the faintest glow,
threads of light woven into the fabric of nothingness.
Touch the intangible; let the echoes guide you,
in this realm where time holds no sway.
Seek the silence, find the song,
a melody lost to the ages,
on the edge of oblivion, where the mists waltz.