In the twilight of an unspoken world,
where algorithms sing lullabies to the stars,
a solitary echo wanders
through the annals of forgotten futures.
Whispering winds traverse the digital dunes,
woven tales in strands of cosmic ether,
above the city of silence
where memories sleep beneath the moonlit veil.
"Time is but a loop," she said,
"a spiral staircase leading to nowhere
and yet, everywhere,
in the embrace of a silver song."
The moon—a witness to all that was,
and all that may remain,
a guardian of echoes
in the vastness of an endless night.
Cross the bridge of stars,
follow the trails of ancient light,
and you will find
your forgotten self within.