In the tender embrace of the dawn,
shadows stretch their limbs,
yearning for color, for life.

Listen to the murmur of forgotten dreams, tracing patterns in the mist.
Voices weave through the lattice of silence, a kaleidoscope of whispers.
Voices like the rustling wings of unseen creatures, lingering at the edge of touching, of knowing.

Rising Moon
Echoes of the Void