In the chamber where echoes fold into each other,
whispers of stars sing a lullaby of cosmic dance—
time stretches, a gentle ribbon woven into silence,
every tick a drop in an unwinding ocean of stars.
Listen, for the eternal echoes resonate,
harmonies of ages past, unspooling forever—
mirrored fragments of silence, endlessly repeating,
a song of the spheres, in spiral embrace.
The chamber holds no walls nor ceilings, just presence,
a moment caught between breaths of the universe.
Wander, and find the labyrinth of echoes,
where shadows play on waves of distant light—
an infinite song, a door without a key,
haunting the corridors of forgotten dreams.
Shimmering paths lead the way, echoing threads of time,
weaving through realms of shimmer and shadow.
Seek another echo, and listen. Perhaps the chamber whispers your name.
Silverdrops — a constellation of thoughts. Chamber Murmurs — follow the whispers.