Songs of the Echoing Void

Glimmers beneath star-laden nightmares, sing.
The song, yet unrealized, hums from the
edge of existence -- a ripple onward through

Speak, O mystic paths
"Choose, now in flickering light as silence prevails,
the riddle weaves through tomorrows unanswered,
in specter dance across lucid night haze."
The dawn rests in unspoken moments.