The Folds of Infinite Silence

Where stars breathe a thousand unsung songs,
echoes of silent hymns in slumber.
Shadows inside ling'ring echoes,
they cradle stories that time forgot.

In the boundless depth of endless abyss,
twists the fabric of forgotten thunders.
Soft whispers from a distant shore,
Currents of light tracing celestial maps.

Do you hear them? The calls of ancient light;
A path interlaced, in the folds of hidden truth.

Migrations of Celestial Souls
The Cadence of Unfathomed Intervals