Shadows dance in the corners of the eye, Whispering illusions, asking "Who am I?" Web of time unravels in the mind's flight, In the realm of dreams, away from the day or night. Perception is fluid, changing with the sound, In this echoing silence, where we are found. Reality bends, it warps and it twists, In the heart's cathedral, where thought coexists. Consciousness reaches for the galaxy's tease, Our essence unfolds like a cosmic breeze. The known and unknown in perfect fuse, Such is the mystery, the dimensions we choose. [outro][end]
