Ethereal Silence

The whispering stars align, // once more, in broken hieroglyphs: 𓅓𓀡𓆏. traces of silence, // etched on unseen canvases, // speak of dreams deferred.

Here lies the paradox: // that which is spoken is never heard, // yet that which is written // screams in muted tones.

In laughter, // the shadows dance // and in folly, // the wise find their mirror, // cracked and laughter-prone.