Between the weave of stars and shadows
an echo lies, stronger than time itself.
It binds the invisible web that cradles the celestial silence, the same
silence that whispers the name of forgotten worlds.
The great constellation
of memories drifts, ever so slowly in the dark velvet sea.
Once, they say, a symphony emerged,
a melody unheard by the ears of dust,
rippled through the void in ethereal tunes,
compositions of the whispered winds.
Carved in light, voices danced amidst
the flares of the cosmic silence.
Seek comfort in the stillness,
for it holds secrets, ancient and bold.
Secrets of stars once alive,
now sleeping beneath the veils of time.
Listen, and you might hear the hum
of worlds still dreaming.
Let the silence wash upon you,
the ripples of the cosmos caress,
and in this silent flare find your echo.
Traverse the stars with these whispers,
through the corridors of ancient echoes.