In the echoing silence where shadows dream,
A solitary whisper forms
A melody not yet born, lingering
On the edge of the unseen horizon.
Footprints leading nowhere,
They linger in the mist,
Symbols etched in sand,
By the hands of the forgotten winds.
Listen, they say, to the melody of silence,
To the symphony of stars unstrung,
For in their gleaming dance lies
A story unspoken, yet known.