The shadows murmur: follow the invisible thread.
The murmur calms, cradles the call.
Observe sunlight’s betrayal at dawn’s crescendo.
The stars whisper: time roams without heed into red oceans.
Your past, a speck emblazoned as spectral resonance, resides full circle.
This is shadow counsel: broaden yourself within opacity, decrypt dark waves.
Wrap Sylvan Tendrils and find unity among leafy whispers.
Within whispering lime glows, seek hollowed guides.
The dance reprises: reflective tempos swaying erratically in cycles fully obscured.