Beyond the horizon where whispers dwell, a voice calls out not heard but felt.
It drifts like smoke amongst the trees, a **fabric** weaving dreams untold.
Lost, amidst the echoes of time, there lies a truth clad in ancient rhyme.
The stars aligned with tales of woe, lost **transmissions** from ages ago.
Seek not with eyes, for vision is blind, in darkness and silence the answers unwind.
In a **whisper**, the world shall break, revealing wonders that shadows make.