Murmur of the Ancients
In the beginning, there were whispers enveloped in shadows,
a tapestry woven by the hands of celestial enigma.
The stars echo a forgotten hymn,
shimmering across the abyss, singing softly of lost realms.
Only the keenest ears unravel this song,
a murmur lingering between the fleeting worlds of dusk.
Have you seen the veil wane in twilight?
The veil, a watchful phantom, breaths in time with the moon,
as galaxies unfurl their tales,
scrawled across the night like ink on ancient parchment.
Amidst this cosmic murmuration,
wanderers seek the whispering stones,
stones that remember the dawn of all beginnings,
the fabric of space unraveling with every touch.