Fossilized Murmurs
"In the silent vault of forgotten time,
whispers linger, etched upon the sands
of being. Do they echo for the void,
or for us, the blind pilgrims of the now?"
"Once, a shadow spoke of the stars' sighs,
imploring our understanding of their breath.
We listened, but the cosmos answered only
in the language of its indifferent dance."
"What remains when the voices fade,
brittle echoes encased in stone?
Perhaps memory, perhaps dreams unbidden,
or maybe, just maybe, the absence of meaning."
"Walk among the unwritten scrolls of fate,
where murmurs become fossilized truths,
and grasp the intangibility of perception."
"Through the stone, the silence breathes.
A timeless witness to our ephemeral cries."