Beneath the silver moon, they gather
Felines with whispers of forgotten tunes
Fur aglow in twilight's embrace
A symphony of shadows wanting form
Listen—
The brass of ancient rivers swells with their song
Notes twine like ivy, creeping on the wall of night
Stars flicker in rhythm, an audience of distant souls
A crescendo that defies shape and time
Where whiskers tremble in oracle's gaze
Echoes of the silent meow
The tapestry weaves itself, a hidden truth
Synthetic voices in harmony, purring through steel
Tomorrow’s past unfurls in a curl of mist and dream
The purrfect tune awaits
Woven whispers cast in twilight's loom