Harrows of star-dust speak across the spans,
Laying the echoes thick, across time's quiet hand.
Where silence weaves its net of lore,
The heart of darkness shelters stories untold.
A question whispered by the lunar husk:
"What be the echoes of a dream?"
Here, upon this canvas of void,
Remnants of light sing to the shadows' father.
The cosmic reflections stir the ancient
Whisper-threads of barren memory —
Shadows dance upon forgotten loops,
Age once orbits, now the silence’s jewel.
In the long hall of the universe's sway,
Stars breathe in rhythms old as time,
And from the hollows, a voice cradled
Speaks the name of radiant shadows.
Navigate to another star's secret:
Starlight Murmurs
In pursuit of the stellar whispers,
Cosmic Threads