Footsteps whisper secrets upon this barren shore,
where light dares not tread nor shadows linger long.
A chill breeze carries the scent of ancient dreams,
shrouding moments in a tapestry of cosmic breaths.
Strange constellations weave silken tendrils
across the canvas of an alien sky.
Here, the moon is a wandering thought,
a glimmer of reminiscence lost
to the folds of time.
Echoes beneath the surface
Dance with the shadow waltz
The void's silent symphony