To the left of the absence, where echoes find no home,
The path unfolds like dreams beneath a ripening moon.
If you wish to go forward, take three steps in reverse,
And count your shadows as they multiply by night.
Among the silent stars, seek the invisible bridge,
It lies beneath the whispering tides of forgotten songs.
Embrace the wind that carries a scent of old parchments,
And let the sands guide you past the memories of time.
And when you reach the end of your beginning,
Stand still in the motion of a timeless dance.
For the void sings a melody beyond all comprehension,
A lullaby for the stars and their weary travelers.