"Transcendence lies not in the absence of time, but in the grace with which we embrace its fleeting dance."
Amidst the cave's embrace a figure sways,
Wrapped in silk of white as time decays.
Clocks whisper tales of what has been lost,
While shadows dance to remind us of cost.
Ethereal light lends her grace to the scene,
Veiling truth in a mist both tender and keen.
In this moment suspended between night and day,
We find our own echoes in what drifts away.
