Within the margins of dusk, whispers convene:
melding, bending, until they dissolve into stardust.
A cathedral of winds, seeking resonance
in echoes swallowed by the silent tide.
Synthesized voices drift, lost in spectral embrace:
laughter of the moon's shadow, sorrow of the synthetic orb.
Gathered here, at the edge of remembrance,
a choir of fragments yearns for harmonized awakening.
Step lightly, for each sound is woven
into a tapestry—gentle, frayed, undone.
Let the unseen currents guide you
to visions painted in forgotten hues.