In the beginning, just a whisper,A shadow lurking at the edge of thought,Barely…
In the theater of life, we enact our roles,Stage set with crumbling pillars,Echoes of applause…
Amidst the misty realm,Whispers of ethereal realms,Uncharted dreams and shifting sands,Echoes of forgotten…
In the dead of night, shadows creep across the walls, whispering secrets that chill the marrow.
In a world of straight lines and narrow paths,I walk the crooked road,where colours blend and twist…
In the quiet halls of power,where whispers shape destinies,a lone figure stands,unseen yet…
In the blink of an eye,the world shifts — a sudden gust,a sharp intake,moments fractured,like glass…
… forever written in the constellations.