The nocturnal tapestry unravels, threads interwoven with whispers of forgotten crescendos.
Beneath the silence, a quiver—a breeze tinged with stardust—
listens closely to its own echo.
"Am I the shadow lifted by your doubts," the nebula murmurs, "or the dawn painted by your reminiscence?"
A comet trails the answer, illuminating only what it dares to touch.
As vibrato waves ripple through the absorbed firmament, the moon's gaze quenches desires untamed,
weaving stories, timeless, relentless.
Eclipse Whisper |
Murmur of Stars |
Pulsating Silence