In twilight’s hush where dreamlight coils, A serpent stirs through starborn soils. Scales like shadow, eyes like flame— It slithers through the astral frame. From void it came with crystal breath, A silent keeper of life and death. Magenta spires rise from its spine, Runes aglow with sacred sign. It speaks in riddles, silk and stone, A watcher bound to realms unknown. With every hiss, a secret wakes, Unraveling truths illusion fakes. So come, if brave—meet its gaze: The Obsidian Snake guards time’s maze. Mystical, ancient, wild, and free— It holds the key to destiny. 🐍🔮