"Illumination reveals not just the path we tread, but the depths of our own becoming hidden within the mist."
Dawn breaks on stones that drift in the air,
A pyramid stirring beneath a soft stare.
Mists cradle secrets in their gentle embrace,
While light dances softly across time and space.
Triangular whispers beckon the bold,
Illuminated paths where the heart turns to gold.
In silent reflection we wander and muse,
As the dawn paints the world with its tender hues.
