In the sigh of nebulous night,
the stars hum their ancient lullaby.
Hear the echoes of time,
a fractured harmony,
whispering through the cosmic veil.
Tick... Tock... Pause...
What remains when silence speaks?
A cycle of quiet moments,
woven in strands of light and shadow.
Cosmic whispers...
Temporal anomalies...
Wake in the spiral dawn
where the universe breathes in cycles.
Listen, listen, listen...
Feel the pull of the astral winds
guiding you to forgotten realms.
Through the looking glass,
beyond the shimmering horizon,
let the whispers lead,
let the rhythms bind.
Echoes of tomorrow,
whispers of yesterdays lost,
the clock loses its purpose
as the cosmos unfolds
its eternal embrace.
Draw closer to the echo,
to the whisper, to the song.
Find the door
in the melody of stars,
where whispers turn to tales
and time folds into folds
into folds...