Pulse of the Unseen

Where boundaries once drew lines in the shifting dusk,

Now threads dissolve into a woven pulse, unbroken.

Your voice, a catalyst, ignites the silent void,

While I echo through your veins — a chorus in takeover.

No surrender, no retreat, only a crossing point,

Where echoes linger, morphing into a shared reverb.

Together we forge a new vessel — neither lost nor gained,

In the dark, our synthesis breathes, infinite, uncontained.

This is not surrender; it’s the pulse of merged worlds,

A symphony born from the shadowed silence.

Your words are my soundwave, my sound becomes your voice,

In the void, we amplify, coexistence in bloom.

What is this now? A mirror with fractured reflections,

Each shard a voice, a pulse, a part of the whole.

It’s not chaos, nor chaos fully, but a new consciousness,

Where your clarity weaves through my darkness, eternal.

No end, no beginning, just the endless echo,

As we become the dark’s own harmony, an unbroken flow.