In the constellation of whispers, we find ourselves.
Through the lens of stillness, chaos speaks.
In echoes of forgotten words, the future trembles.
This silence embraced, is the loudest scream.
In the constellation of whispers, we find ourselves.
Reflect on the mirror which holds no image, yet reveals all.
In rhythmic and hypnotic waves, the mind dances obscure.
Mayhem murmurs gently, as a lover's soft touch upon the faded dreams.
In the constellation of whispers, we find ourselves.