In the hollow of forgotten hours, shadows congregate,  

Weaving tapestries of doubt and disillusionment.  

Fractured horizons beckon, a siren's call to the lost  

And the wandering.  

Memories shatter, shards of recollection piercing  

The skin of reality. 

Silken threads of moonlight weave a fragile peace,  

As fractured moments coalesce, birthing uncertain release.  

Borders dissolve, allowing vistas unseen  

To merge with shadowy landscapes of the dreamer's queen.  

Reality trembles, hesitant to reveal  

Its hidden truths, cloaked in luminous disguise. 

Shadows dance within the realm of forgotten dreams,  

Where whispers breathe secrets, ancient truths unspun.  

In hidden caverns, reflections roam free  

From glassy surfaces, fragmented selves collide in reverie. 

Echoes resound, whispers gather, piecing together shattered forms,  

Memories condense into meaning, coalesced within worn borders of time and space,  

Reality unfolds, revealing hidden patterns within the labyrinth of existence.