In the chasms of forgotten stars, echoes stretch and fold,
tendrils reaching through the velvet void,
the silence sings a lullaby of stardust blooms.
Where shadows flicker—hauntingly unyielding—
the void blooms with your absence,
a melody veiled in timeless time.
The wind whistles a note,
searching for words long departed,
a hymn sung in the cosmic reverie.
Visit the edges—the boundaries blurred,
Dreams linger here, between frequency and disarray.
Absence births infinity, fretting about the linear folds,
the glimmer of moments yet unfathomed.
The cosmic clock tick-tocks in disjointed rhythm,
losing seconds within black holes of thought.
Nodal Points connect in the absence of meaning, yet dance upon strings unseen.