In the silence, an echo quivers,
A whale song through the void's breath;
The cosmos hums a lullaby,
Drifting through the fabric, unseen.
Starfire whispers in the dark,
Gentle scars on a slumbering mass;
Memories of a silent scream,
Woven into twilight's tapestry.
Follow the whispers—they call, they beckon,
To paths unlit, where shadows dance,
A rhythm lost, a void found,
In the tapestry that weaves us all.
Somewhere, a heartbeat fades,
Concord of stars, yet most out of reach;
The rhythm of the void, eternally playing,
An opus to which we silently sway.