Do echo the winds that speak in tongues unknown,
weaving whispers through the tapestry of fate.
Is not the silence a melody, longing to be felt?
The moonlit sarabande of thoughts wandering,
pirouetting across the stage of unvoiced dreams.
Shadows dance beneath the glitter of stars,
whilst time weaves a veil of endless loops.
Unfurl the sails upon uncharted seas within: Prism's Reflection awaits.
In these mirrored fractals, witness the bloom of Silent Serenades.