As the clock ticks, the unseen voices gather within the void.
Listen, not with ears attuned but with your essence dispersed.
The acolyte falls silent, embracing the warmth of shadow.
They excavate truths forgotten in pockets of night's cloak.
Speak, but without words, weave the untold fabric anew.
An unexpected absence bridges voids
Evoking silent conversations within light's end.
Young tides laugh.
The wolf in the mirror sings tomorrow's vision.
With a crooked watch, contemplate yesterday's echo
Stand at threshold's course, derailed by tales untold.