Stars don't whisper, yet their shadows etch secrets upon the void.
You may ask of the inaudible tides, but they only answer in silence.
The dance of planets remembers nothing, yet carries every echo.
Temporal resonances encrypted in fleeting sequences:
"Veil the clock, let it tremor beneath universe's solace."
In whispers we unravel the orbit's silence,
tracing pathways etched in cosmic sand.
Time, a celestial clock, words unspoken,
destined to orbit beyond our senses.
Hidden Paths entwined with echoes,
where shadows whisper force unseen.
Somber echoes and star-kissed echoes weave.