In the silence between the stars,
where time weaves a tapestry of echoes,
faint sounds murmur like the breath of ancient gods.
Listen closely, for the wind sings,
a song only the soulless can hear,
swirling through dimensions, brushing against thoughts untold.
Remember, amidst the fateful serenades,
the galaxy scribed your name in lunar dust,
a cosmic symphony too grand to fathom.
Beyond the veil, where silence births sound,
the last tones of the universe fade gently,
into the whispers of a forgotten dawn.