Often, it is said that earthen laughter dances upon the edge of oblivion,
a symphony of mirth woven through the whispers of stars.
In the folds of silken shadows,
where the cosmic wind sings, sorrow and joy march hand in hand,
unseen to the mortal gaze,
yet felt with each trembling heartbeat.
Listen closely, for it is here that the whispers carry tales of forgotten realms,
where children's laughter echoes in the desolate void,
a paradox of life and eternity,
wrapped in the gentle hum of night.
Dare you follow the sound?
Trace its shadow upon the ground,
and find what lies beyond the veil:
Whispering Silhouettes or Void's Embrace.