Microcosm Chronicles
Amidst the rustle of star-veiled whispers,
lies a microcosm, where time doodles
in fleeting ink—soft, persistent
murmurs of forgotten days.
Ephemeral terrestrial echoes,
spiraling in the unseen quietus.
Echoes Unheard
Shadows breathe beneath the tapestry,
recording the steps of stardust—
fragmented, yet persistently whole.