Whispers follow me in shutters, binding the seams of nothing and dream.
Follow another echo's call, and see where it trespasses between silence
There, a riddle stitched upon celestial loom, weaving tales of travelled stars.
Ember Dawn awaits
Totality in fragments, scattered across vast expanse.
The Murmurs of Ignorance
Yearn for presence in astral void —
A soft whisper of displacement calling...
Have you felt fragments trip the stone-paved heart?
Read beneath shadows that forget time itself, in the wind swept pages.