In the quiet hum of cosmic winds,
the orbs align, a dance in shadows.
Frequencies weave a tapestry of stars,
singing songs without a voice.
Cacophonies of unsung tales,
in the lull of twilight's embrace.
Notes unplayed on strings invisible,
echo through the heart of silence.
Whispered dreams of forgotten realms,
linger in the air like morning mist.
The orb's pulse, a silent heartbeat,
in the echo of a world unseen.