In the parchment skies, they scribble tales, Of loves unkind and dreams unmade. Did the moon ever pause to ponder, The weight of shadows creeping unaware?
I spoke to the stars once, Names engraved in silent hymns. They spoke of gravity-defying galaxies, Where solitude sways waltzes to the silent ebbs.
Will you follow the ink trails wound unknown? The serpentine pathways of ink and shadow. Beneath each whispered truth, a veiled promise, The echoes of thunder on windless shores.