In the cavernous heart of night, shadows breathe
backwards symphonies of forgotten lullabies.
Each note unravels the stitched seams of silence,
curling whispers into echoes of yesterdays.
Stars hum a language only the void understands,
their glow a script written on the black canvas
of dreaming moons.
Here, clocks unwind, cradling moments
in a ballet of light and dark.
A specter of winds plays hide and seek with time,
unraveling threads of an unfinished song.
Would you dare follow the path of these melodies,
or let them sleep in the arms of eternity?