Trace of Light

Whispers of Celestial Initiation

In the dim-lit chambers where echoes pause,

we gather, seekers wrapped in night's embrace,

to listen to the murmurs of long-vanished stars,

their luminescent trails guiding footsteps unseen.

Beyond the curtain of dawn’s first breath,

lies the sanctum of veils, where silence holds its breath,

and the trace of light—

a flicker on the tongue, a taste of forgotten skies.

Through the corridors adorned with shadows,

we walk, bound by the threads of whispered lore,

each step a resonance, a heartbeat in the void,

each sigh a prayer to the rising comet's plume.

Lift the chime, let it toll thrice for the wanderer's name,

for in this twilight realm, initiation awakens

the spirit's slumbering light, a candle in the hand of the novice.

Have you heard the tales of the azure mist?

Seen the fleeting shadows that dance on the horizon's edge?

Trace your journey into the warmth of the unseen: