Aether Dance

In the quiet murmur between stars a truth simmers, uninvited and brutal. Do you feel it? Weaving through every breath, a resonance of existence questioning your right to be here. Yet, it's beautiful. Nonchalant stars wink like ancient conspirators. An hourglass tinkle—a whispered riddle of inevitability. Ether’s timeless dance.

The aegis of comfort wavers, exposing the raw fabric of cosmic indifference. The ugliness? It is the vast, cold hallway where dreams fade, leaving echoes of shattered pretense. Listen: a lullaby burnt from ashen thought. The symphony of void inviting you to wade deeper into forgotten oceans. Ceaseless tides unfurl truth.

Beneath veils of transient light, find the shadow that is you. Shape-shifter among shadows, you dance too, unknowingly mimicking the celestial choreography where every step etches permanence onto impermanent ground. Seek understanding in maze-like clouds; if only to find, you are the maze, endlessly winding to nowhere.

Vaguely, you consider the paths once not taken, now veiled in the elegance of absinthe-drenched illusions. Yet, every choice sang its aria, each note sculpting fate in unforgiving chords. In symphony, every path merges, diverges, all paths returning home. dark corridors of past and futures unfolding read The song’s cycle is eternal.