Magnifique: A Dreamscape in Flight

Beneath the hum of city sleep, The future breathes where silence keeps. Threads like rivers,

fine and fleet, Pulse through the veins of a crafted dreamscape. Still sings softly,

a whisper of flame, Comfort has learned to remember its name.

Magnifique, a flux in flight, A storm made still,

a spark ignite, Like lightning folded into cloth, Warm as thought and cool as

frost. Friction fades where form meets feel, Rosewood gleams with tempered steel.

Each breath balanced, each heartbeat slow, The physics of peace in a perfect flow.

Magnifique, a flux in flight, A storm made still,