Vault of Tomorrow
If you want witty wings,
step into the chamber of Tomorrow—
a space that once filled humanity
with breath not yet exhaled.
Inhale the hush of possibility,
where ancient echoes
and newborn light wove themselves
into one wild chorus.
Weave your voice through that stillness,
pluck the gleam from dawn’s unopened door,
let it tremble on your tongue like starlight.
Dance on the edge of might-be,
ride the riptide of futures unpenned,
watch each syllable unfold
into feathers of fire and frost.
Then, unbound at last,
you’ll soar on wings forged
by hope and the memory
of what Tomorrow promised.
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