The inky abyss stretches its fingers, gently caressing
the precipice of quietude, where echoes lay entombed.
A landscape of whispers unfolds—a mirage yet so real,
borne on the wings of breathless winds.
What symphonies dwell here, nestled in shadow and dream?
And in the heartbeat of existence,
the stars dissolve in liquid lullabies,
tracing constellations of forgotten thoughts
on the canvas of eternity. Silence—an
ocean where rivers of sound flow unseen,
cascading gently over the stones of stillness.
Let the wind unfurl your secret sails