In the void, where the silence shapes the sounds of invisible travels,
a distant melody hums, woven between the threads of ancient stars.
Here lies the unmade bed of the morning sun, where shadows dance in
an echo of yesterday’s laughter. Once, a whisper declared its dominion over
fleeting thoughts, now scattered like ember across the cosmos.
Walk the pathway of constellations; follow
the ghostly footprints of dreams half-remembered.