In the silken tapestry of midnight, Infinity whispers against the dull cadence of breath— Impressions like fragments of forgotten star charts deposited by time's ephemeral breeze. Shapes meld and dissolve, resurfacing as if retracing pathways in a labyrinth echoing footsteps of light from distant orbs. Here's a lucid realm where shadows pulse and trees exhale echoes of lullabies, tendrils of luminescence wrap softly around an ageless joy, yet amiss to waking minds. Thoughts meander aimlessly, graciously accepting entropy's caress.