slipped through the cracks of the solar veil
like whispers in a vacuum

stars stitch narratives
across darkened canvases
never spoken, always felt

a journey of echoes
resounding in the chambers of eternity
lost dreams, found in orbits
circling the marrow of memory

dissolve, dissolve
into the singularity of thought
where all paths converge

listen—the silence speaks
a language older than light
born of forgotten tongues