In the void where echoes fade,
a hush weaves through the unseen threads,
stitching tales of worlds that breathe in reverse.
One must listen for what is not spoken, for secrets lie in the cadence of absence.
Embrace the shadows dancing on the edge of perception,
where stars whisper in silent symphonies.
Disassemble the illusion of time—and find solace in the broken pieces.
The mirror of silence reflects not what is,
but what could be in the stillness of the unuttered.
Every fragment holds a universe; every void, a cosmos.