Within twilight's embrace, he forges a realm,
Where reality's chains relinquish their helm.
A tapestry woven from dreams and haze,
A sanctuary he crafts, an enchanted maze.

Illusions waltz, casting veils on sight,
In the dance of shadows, he finds his light.
Through shifting worlds, his spirit roams,
Seeking truths in the whispers of ancient tomes



"In the interplay of dreams and life, the heart finds its muse."
© silentseraph