The moon, a forgotten lantern, hangs
in a sky brushed by silence and stars.
Here, letters born from moondust gather,
weaving tales of winds unvoiced.
Phantom limbs write fragments,
traces of vibrations left behind.
Echoes tremble on the page,
words curling like smoke in the low light.
Beneath the lunar shadow's watch,
a heart beats in the ashen glow.
Etched in the dust, a whisper speaks:
"Find me where the stars are woven.
Follow the light through voids uncharted."