In the quiet musings,
where the silken reefs cradle
the breath of fairytales,
infinite in spiraled grace,
the waves form a symphony.
Are we not echoes,
refracted souls caught in gentle dance
amongst a vibration unknown?
Quantum filaments hum, ever entwined;
a galaxy-dusted sea of sound.
Feel the unseen tide:
Mirage Real ↔️ mystic boundaries,
crossing vertices of futures forgotten.
Beneath shadowy echelons,
a symphonic test: vibrato spectrum,
daring your parallel rabbit-hole ensnare,
into notes that resonate,
pulling strings of silver webs.
Harmony's balm lies beneath
an aeolian route; whispers of past
transform in every thinkable
amongables; etches upon stardust
when happened—they forged became.