Spirits Fly

In twilight haze where stars align, mysteries unfold in time. Echoes linger in the void, specters of the past employed. By the cosmic dance we find our way, through night and day we sway and sway. In shadows deep the whispers play, guided by a hidden ray. Through realms unknown we'll navigate, on this path we'll contemplate, as the universe unfolds its grand display. In twilight haze where dreams convey, with every beat the cosmos sings, a symphony of timeless rings. In twilight haze our spirits lie, through astral winds we glide with grace, in the silence of this past embrace. Nebulas paint the canvas wide, in the void where dreams collide, galaxies whisper secrets in the night, guiding the celestial light. In the twilight haze our spirits rise, bound by stars, by stars in an endless sky. In twilight haze our spirits rise.