In the realm of endless dreams,
Where flawless visions softly gleam,
We chase the stars that never fade,
In search of realms where all is made.

Through mirrored halls of polished glass,
We seek reflections of the past,
Yet in each gleam, a shadow hides,
A whisper of what truth abides.

The path to perfect harmony,
Is lined with tales of mystery,
For in each flaw, a story sings,
A melody that imperfection brings.

Embrace the cracks, the gentle scars,
They guide us like the distant stars,
For in the dance of light and shade,
True beauty in the imperfect is laid.