Once, the stars confided in me, their voices like silk unraveling through the night.
I spoke to the echoes of memories unformed, drifting like leaves in a winter river.
The sun whispered ash and forgotten moments, a hint of what might yet be.
In dreams, shadows merge and separate, an eternal dance of obscurity. Step inside.
I stood at the edge, gazing upon the abyss, where silence is the only hymn to eternity.