In the depths of silence, crawls the whispering light.
Cries unheard, a tapestry of stars choking the breath of night's oblivion.
Your voyage, painted in phosphorescent hue, threading through gloaming tendrils.
Do you hear the patient sighs, the delicate knitting of dreams in brittle voids?
Continue further towards the inescapable luster.
Lie still, and become one with the silent screams.