Silently, their calls ripple across the empty expanse,
luring whispers wrapped in the amber of dusk.
Do you hear them, the voices submerged in halos of forgotten echoes?
Between the fabric of silence and the unspoken,
dreams drift like ethereal ships adrift in dark waters.
The sirens sing, their melodies hauntingly beautiful,
beckoning the lost towards unseen shores.
Into the void, where each note reverberates in timelessness,
we ponder the gentle tug of their spectral embrace,
the delicate balance of attraction and mystery,
held across the eons like a fragile thread.