Bright cube in the dark,
guiding footsteps underground,
the city inhales.
Long shadow drifting,
a lone figure crosses grid-light,
quiet fills the square.
White gate in the night,
two figures pause at the threshold,
darkness holds its breath.
Grids of light unfold,
silent steps cut through the calm,
shadow learns its shape.
Blue currents unfold,
footsteps ripple through the hall,
daylight on the move.
Green forest flickers,
echo of wind in the stillness,
home waits beyond gates.
Crimson evening breath,
travelers drift in soft light,
the journey begins.
In the glowing stream,
a child meets a living tree,
light becomes a breath.
Silk of burning light,
a tower hums in the night,
dreams rise, molten-bright.
Clouds upon a screen,
digital sky joins the real,
boundaries dissolve.
Above the city,
fire and water intertwining,
a beacon of night.
Mist veils the bright sky,
waves of light drift into air,
silence holds the glow.
Crimson walls breathe green,
a lone figure in still light,
white tree guards the hush.
Pathway of light,
shadows drift upon the red,
sacred silence.
A tree remembers,
standing where the wind once spoke,
red walls hold its roots.
Stairs of burning red,
stone walls cradle every step
shadows trace the curve.
Stillness in the shade,
a roof of leaves, floor of stone,
time forgets to move.
Rooted in stillness,
stones and wind in soft embrace,
time drifts through the leaves.
Stones placed with still hands,
a tree twists the quiet air,
the wind drifts slowly.
Incense drifting slow,
two chairs facing the old tree,
evening settles in.
White tower of voids,
piercing through the mist and snow,
city breathes in grey.
Between the towers,
a moon with many windows,
city holds its breath.
White hemisphere,
reflections dance on clear water,
green frames the stillness.
Curved paths touch the sky,
pillars bloom like quiet trees,
still water below.
Beneath azure skies,
the dome rises by the waves,
fresh breeze softly sings.
Shadows on still waves,
two hearts whisper soft and low,
echo listens close.
A winding path flows,
stone and greenery unite,
serene harmony.
A hidden refuge,
embraced by the gentle leaves,
breath falls still in peace.
Turned towards the sky,
keeper of vast horizons,
the whisper of winds.
Three posts keep their watch,
at the summit by the sea,
silent and timeless.
Beneath towering pines,
watches in peace,
winter’s quiet glow.
Golden wood whispers,
warm light dances through the cabin,
forest breathes nearby.
Beneath the pine shade,
the house nestles in silence,
soul of the clearing.