Infinity brushes against the forgotten shores,
where dusk-laden spirits wade
through clouds woven in dreams.
Somewhere, beneath the horizon's glint,
whispers coalesce—
a voice lost in the zephyr's breath,
echoing the tales of ancient starlit paths,
where silence dances with moonlit sighs.
Listen, hark, the nebula speaks
in a dialect of echoes and shadows,
strings of cosmic silence vibrating,
threading between each pulse of the void.
A song—delicate twilights unfurl,
capturing the fragments
of a dream like whispers into breaths of time.
Unveil the echoes that hum invisibly
above the twilight canvas.