In the flickering lights, shadows whisper truths lost amidst the clamor of existence.
An orchestra of silence, a melody of echoes—what do they tell when only stars listen?
Once every grain of sand knew its place.
Now, the desert reclaims stories with every wind that breathes life into the forgotten dunes.
Awake upon a leaf, raindrops align yet sing a discordant hymn.
Each note an echo, each echo a lighthouse in the tempest of the mundane.
We are threads in the loom of starlit night, weaving shadows into tales of eternity's embrace.
What remains when all echoes dissolve into a single whisper?