In the trembling silence between moments,
where shadows dance with echoes
on the canvases beyond light,
stars whisper ancient songs.
Reflections in a pool of ink,
rippling through the cosmos,
tracing the steps of faded dreams,
murmurs of a forgotten time.
Seek those flickering voices,
echoes in the void,
find yourself in the nebulous haze,
where every breath is a star reborn.
Ink bleeds onto the fabric of space,
weaving tales of unseen realms,
a cosmic tapestry of silent screams.
Listen to the ink's lament,
whispers of a soul untethered,
drifting through celestial seas,
on starlit paths of memory.