In the dance of conscious life, death wears its silver mask
In the dance of conscious life, death wears its silver mask,
And beneath the veil of darkness, a hidden life flickers softly,
If we closed our eyes, blindness would be a sublime gift,
We'd see how we fight for subtle, ephemeral illusions.
In the silence that embraces us, reality unveils in the dark,
A vast and profound universe, beyond our petty dreams,
Where light no longer penetrates, truth is born from chaos,
And we see how we've lived for chimeras, for faceless shadows.
The mind's eye opens only when the light dims slowly,
And in the absence of brilliance, we see the essence we always missed,
In the eternal night, we find answers to unasked questions,
For only in darkness is the magic of unknown, pure life born.
Thus, in the flow of consciousness, we lose ourselves in unexplored depths,
We find a profound calm, a peace born from obscurity,
And in this secret silence, we discover we're more
Than mere shadows dancing on the stage of the fleeting world.
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