Echoes on Silent Frequencies

In the rapture of the void, where time gracefully bends,

the moon whispers secrets only stars comprehend.

Here, quantum dreams dance

on the fringe of forgotten tides,

pulling at the fabric of nights unweaved.

Every shadow, a silent echo,
every silence a perpetual echo.

Step carefully on the spectral glass: a universe held in fragile suspension

Galaxies twirl in their cosmic cages,

a symphony of celestial actors.

Laughter echoes through the choral void of existence,

an orchestration of intertwining realities.