Rift Between Shadows

Gently the lights whisper, a soft hymn in the rift, a rift that calls, gently beckoning, softly spiraling into hues of forgotten dreams, remember when, remember now, the lights whisper secrets untold, a maze of color and sound, drifting in and out like the tides, remember when, whispers say, shadows echo a melody of lights, hauntingly beautiful, a space suspended, caught between the now and the then, disappear here, reappear there, a dance of light and dark, shades blending, merging softly, gently, the soft hymn in the rift...

Remember the way, retrace the steps, through corridors of luminescence, a path carved in whispers, shadows dance, light plays, in the rift, the time bends, flows like a river, pulls like the moon, remember the way, softly calling, softly fading, the echoes linger, dissolve into the night, a memory of a memory, a word of a word, left unsaid, the rift remains...

Here lies the edge, where words become light, where thoughts become shadows, a threshold unseen, a boundary undefined, drifting, floating, a rift in the void, void in the rift, softly, gently, time whispers...