In the silence that precedes the dawn,
when shadows cling to the remnants of light,
listen closely—beyond the echo lies the beginning.
Step lightly upon the waves of time,
each ripple a memory, each crest a dream.
Traverse the void where thoughts collide like stars.
Speak the ancient phrases known only to the void:
a symphony of silence, the dance of echoes,
resonate with the pulse of forgotten galaxies.