In the weave of night,
whispers trace the edges of forgotten dreams.
Circles concentric, yet fleeting.
Behold, the colors that echo silence.
Name your stars;
let them burn in the resonance of chaos.
Fractals dance—never touching,
always converging in elusive harmony.
Navigate with intention, or none at all:
the paths diverge, a labyrinth of the unseen.
Reverie, Fragments