Beneath a starlit sky
the waves murmured secrets long forgotten.
A lone silhouette, poised on the cliff's edge,
gazes into the abyss, where the moon dances
upon restless waters.
In the silence, a voice emerged, not from lips
but from the depths,
an echo of times when eternity
was a breath away
and the cosmos hummed in sleep.
Encircling whispers
cloaked in salt and shadows,
spanning the chasm—a fog of
muted tones permeating
the existential ether.
Mystery enacts thy dreams,
casting nets across
infinity's spans,
while the silent canvas
ripples beneath thine gaze.
Remember,
O Seeker,
these echoes are but reflections,
fragments of a bygone era,
transcribed upon the
parchment of sand.
Resonances rise from the
depths,
urging seekers inward—that
strange silence at the heart of
all things.