In the void where echoes paint whispers,
upon the tapestry threads woven with silence,
a serpent's song curls through the endless night,
twisting, twisting—an ember in its flight.
Silence sings, tears converge ...
The threshold blooms with mystical poisons,
cascades of sound—a divine, trembling choice.
Beneficial echoes dance, they wield a subtle force,
breaking the dawn with a crystalline voice.