In the gentle whisper of forgotten dreams,
shadows dance on the edge of perception.
Fragments of silence, pieces of noise,
unravel the tapestry woven in strings of starlight.
A riddle lost in twilight's embrace,
where echoes cavort on the cusp of night.
Here lies the puzzle, scattered and lost,
an echo's song, forever untold.
Listen closely, to the sound of nothing,
the heartbeat of the void as it throbs.
Where does the echo end, and where begin?
A labyrinth of sound, a maze of silence.