In the hall of murmurs,
where silence breaks like glass,
a fragmented song reverberates.
The voice of the void,
stretching over the vacuum as a bridge,
whispers gently to the shattered mirrors.
Conduits of resonance,
crystal shards connecting the inaudible dots,
trace a pattern only seen by the ear.
Listen closely to the past’s cry:
is it a lament or a lullaby
echoing through time's hollow chambers?