Fragmented whispers haunt the periphery of understanding,
where shadows entwine, undulating like the breath of forgotten dreams.
Disappearing echoes serenade the silence,
their tender strokes grazing the edges of perception,
swimming through the ethereal tapestry,
finding solace in the embrace of nothingness.
In this realm where whispers rest,
the stars bleed into ephemeral night.
What was once solid, now an avalanche of whispers,
each one a footnote in the great narrative of the unseen.
Remember, dear traveler, as the echoes play,
that lingering mirage stretches across the abyss,
inviting you to dance within its haunting lullaby.