The Archive's Whispered Dreams

Here lies the forgotten hum of yesteryears,
where echoes of shadows entangled in silk threads
call upon moments that floated away, yet stayed.

"Do you remember...?" murmurs a voice
lost between the folds of time,
weaving itself through cosmic wrinkling.

Fragments stitched together under
an unyielding moonlit gaze,
the hymn of stars anchored to earth.
Bookmark this; its essence lingers true.