Whispers of the Abyss

Beneath the velvet sky
where shadows converse
and echoes find solace
in the absence of light,
a question lingers.

When the stars align
in a web of forgotten
dreams—do these pinpricks
in the deep black canvas
mirror the souls
they were meant to hold?

Walk softly,
for the footsteps of the moon
dance on the sea
of your illusions,
stitching reality
to the fabric
of fears unspoken.