Beneath the silvered gaze of the moon, where shadows spread like soft whispers
over the face of time, the gentle hum awakens. It sings of distant sunrises,
painting vibrancy upon the ashes of yesterday. A melody, only the night understands,
stirs the heartbeats of ages long ensconced in the dust of memory sprawled.
Here, in these untold realms where silence
and sound fuse into tranquil chaos,
luminous echoes ripple across the fabric
of now. Listen closely; hear the once forgotten
laughter, hidden beneath the soft lull of the
everlasting dusk, like a lover’s sigh
brushed tenderly against your consciousness.
In the mists beyond the veil, a soft refrain whispers:
“The stars remember, even when the world forgets.”
Shadows weave their tales, as specters pirouette,
within this serenade that mourns and celebrates,
the endless echo of an ever-present past.
Dance with these echoes, let your spirit
pulse alongside the whispers of old.
Embrace the haunting, the beautiful echo,
as past and future converge in this
ethereal touch of what once was, and
what might forever remain.