Only the stars knew the silence they craved as they filled the void with whispers of tomorrow,
echoes from realms untold, planets speaking through time.
In the dark spacecraft, navigator Lira scoured the celestial script,
each nebula was a letter, each supernova a punctuation.
Sound was no simple beast here,
an ally that could twist destiny, cruel and kind in its song.
Beneath the shriek of black holes, between the atomic cracks,
Lira danced her ship through the harmonics of hope.
Songs of the Labyrinth | Echoes of the Void
But whispers alone did not chart their course,
there were maps written in the silence a star wished to speak.
A silence that bred its own kind of noise,
a serene poison drifting on the waves of the cosmic sea.