Whispering echoes in the void, a chorus of celestial dreams,
The mindscape drifts through galaxies uncharted,
Light-years away from the shores of sanity.
Faint signals pulse from distant stars,
Speaking in tongues of forgotten lore,
Messages we were never meant to hear.
Echoes of the past, dancing on the edge,
Where the universe unravels thread by thread,
In a tapestry woven by the hands of time.
To listen is to lose oneself,
In the beautiful chaos of the cosmos,
Where every silence shouts a new beginning.