In dreams they wander, a barren expanse, Before a form of teal, its drapes alive, Golden spires gleam, a cathedral of stars, A vision unfolds, unbidden, yet ordained. How vast this grace, a favor unforeseen! Mercy whispers through the shadowed veil, Celestial ornaments drift, a silent hymn, Calling the chosen to behold the unseen. For here is a beauty that pierces the dark, An eternal will that shapes the dreamer’s gaze.