In the labyrinth of stars where secrets keep,
Silhouettes step lightly on the veil of dreams,
Echoes chart paths in shadow's hidden light,
Leading to nowhere, yet everywhere's touch.
The catacombs echo with soft lullabies—
Songs from ages when silence slipped under skin,
And listened; oh, listened, the ancient cat watchers heed
The careless footprints filled with dew and tales spun.
Footfalls dissolve into whispers, glide away,
Through twisted corridors where wishes play,
Space bends on itself, arcs like silvered moon,
While night embraces the soft stir of a tune.