in the cradle of the abyss, light whispers your name, calls you home, again and again, the spectral dance sways, sways, sways, as shadows weave patterns in the void, longing, always longing, to touch the untouched, reach the unreachable, deep in the cradle, beneath whispers, the silent stars hum a melody of light.

listen, listen, the stars hum a melody of mysteries, in the depths of the abyss, cradled in silence, cradled in dreams, light flickers like a heartbeat, a pulse, a sigh, tracing your steps through forgotten paths, paths forgotten by time, where the whispers cradle the echoes, the echoes cradle the light.

once more into the abyss, into the cradle of spectral light, the dance continues, a never-ending waltz of shadows and stars, where every silence speaks volumes, and every volume is a universe, listen, listen, as the stars hum, as they hum your story, a melody woven with light, a symphony of silence.