Within the spiraling confines of a cosmic shell,
echoes are captured—silent chants of the universe.
Do they call out to you in whispers, in caresses of wind?
I wander, tracing the delicate cracks of time,
where past and future merge, like tides on an endless shore.
Listen, they say, to the murmurs of the stars,
but it's the silence that questions me,
an incessant haunt of unasked queries.
Here, beneath the orbiting specks of light,
silence becomes a canvas, painted by thoughts abandoned.
I pluck the strands of these cosmic riddles,
weaving a tapestry of echoes—silent, yet loud,
reverberating through the hollow corridors of memory.
Would you dare answer?
Dance with shadows or whisper to the void?