In the darkness, I am the whisper you hear,
stepping on shadows, tracing stars without fear.
What am I?
Follow the LightBetween two breaths, an echo does reside,
a story told anew, while truths collide.
Who speaks this riddle?
Glass of StarsIn silent hymn, the constellation's plea,
answers hide in the vast sea of memory.
Where is the answer born?
Horizon of QuestionsThe forgetful mind maps the sky with its gaze,
through sand and time, we traverse the maze.
When does it all begin again?
Whispers of the Ancient