In the endless silence, the sound whispers,
Beneath layers of untouched cosmos, it weaves,
A tale of echoes, both grand and humble.
Listen, and hear the beneficial poisonous noise,
A melody shunned by the void’s embrace,
Yet loved deeply, by those who wander.
Let the echoes guide you, in paths to unseen skies,
Where every note breaks the bonds of the void’s grasp,
Crafting a future from the ghosts of yesterday’s songs.