She found the cavern, a silent sanctuary beneath the echoes of an ordinary world. It was there, in the earth's marrow, that whispers of forgotten songs lingered, reluctant to fade into oblivion.
"What shall remain when silent chambers speak?"
Hello came, but it was but a ripple, meeting the steep walls of enigma. It formed, folded within dimensions, much like the waves on pristine lakes hardly stirred by windless breaths.
Your voice could unravel songs in threads unwoven, a resonance seeking the boundary of a distant moon, where shadows on silver grow dim and subservient.
There were explosions, buried heartbeats of star-stuff collapsing gently into existential marrow. Everything:
- star
- door
- horizon!
Some desires merely echo and implosion was destiny.
"Not all lights will find destinations," hymned the hollow chamber.