"Endless Clasp of Auryn"

In the pause between two heartbeats of night,

a silver serpent drifts—its eyes luminescent with moonlight.

Across its back, shadows gather in slithered allegiance,

its dark twin waiting in every coil.

 

They meet at the spine of dreams,

fangs brushing tails in a vow without end,

one bite of promise, one taste of remembering,

binding light and shade in an eternal script.

 

Through the pages of Fantasia’s breath,

their scales ripple with the rhythm of worlds,

each loop a chapter reborn,

each turning of tail a silent invocation of hope.

 

Here, balance is not stillness but motion—

the dance of beginnings upon endings,

infinite circles spun from longing and wonder,

the Auryn’s pulse glowing in every covert tale.