In the silence of endless night,
where shadows stretch to touch the stars,
there lies the murmur of quiet truths.
Listen, for the winds carry tales
of ages lost and voices unseen.
Beneath the roots of ancient oaks,
wisdom sleeps in the soil of time,
cradled in the arms of forgotten dreams.
Speak softly, lest you awaken
the slumbering echoes of past ages.
Walk the paths where few have tread,
where echoes dance on the edge of dawn,
and the horizon whispers secrets
of the unsung songs of life,
sung by the voiceless throngs.