In the fold of silence,
a whisper echoes,
through the cry of stars,
and the dance of shadows.
The relics lie,
scattered in the void,
guardians of tales,
untold, unseen.
Embrace the fracture,
the geometry of dreams,
where the past breathes,
in spirals of light.
Reach for the echoes,
beyond the veil,
through the fractured thoughts...