Beyond the fringes of sight
lies a door woven of dreams
and echoes of silk-threaded words.
Step lightly where shadows breathe,
clasp gently the quantum keys
that unlock clapboard mysteries.
Listen—reticent lights speak in vibratos,
each whisper a thought unspun,
unraveling the fabric of night itself.
Embrace the soundless sound,
a melody not heard, but felt,
resonating quietly in the marrow of stars.