Beyond the trembling horizon, where shadows converge,
whispers trace the outline of forgotten constellations.
Wisp-light dreams intermingle with the fading dusk,
as thoughts drift upon tides unseen and silent.
Recall the mariner's axiom: stars sing when the world's breath dims.
In ether distilled, lies the map to twilight's secret harbor.
Unraveled lies embrace the weary wanderer's soul,
whilst sands of time cascade through grasping fingers.
Navigate paths through the invisible seas,
guided only by the whispers of the stars.
In the realm where darkness questions light,
the journey begins anew with each silent breath.