Beneath the twilight embrace, woven in the fabric of celestial whispers,
lies the ethereal loop where silence breathes, exhaling the symphony of unsung dreams.
Here, words flutter like resplendent moths, yearning for the luminosity of meaning,
yet they find solace in the hush of the cosmos, unbound and eternally still.
In this boundless sphere, alliances form between dusk and dawn,
symbiotic in their relentless waltz, a dance both tender and ferocious.
Have you heard the whispered serenade of the forgotten stars,
echoing through the corridors of time, a ballad of silent reverie?
As time loops upon itself, the silence enlarges,
an expansive ocean where echoes are but fleeting shadows.