There is a silence, a silence could echo, Note the whispering stars, they carry long-lost thoughts. Echoes... echoes within the cosmic tapestry, We are all thoughts, Floating, drifting, searching for meaning.
Reflective moments... moments sown in the vast, Drifting echoes saturate the inky abyss, Are these thoughts yours? Or fragments of a shared void? Connect, disconnect, an infinite loop... Echoes... echoes...