Once, in the gloaming, children spoke to stars,
Their laughter stitched heavens into twilight tapestries.
Yet now beneath the swirling cerulean sea,
Silence simmers like forgotten tea on a winter’s edge.
The whispers echo with secrets untold,
Shadows of stories in shades of gold.
Remember the night when dreams took flight?
A crawl of constellations in the velvet of sight.
Wander on this path, dear seeker of backspeak:
Frozen Echoes and Wandering Paths await your tread.
Follow through the canyons where the light can hide.