Turning..., tides of moonlit whispers embrace the solitary heart.
Pulses within night, echoing vibrations of timeless existence.
Before the altar of shadow,
kneeling falls... endless descent into warmth of cold dreams.
Fortune cookies of fate crumble,
delivering moments wrapped in translucent epiphanies.
Questions curl, seeking comfort in unwritten answers. Embrace
of silence, the subtle hum in the universe’s breathing.