Beneath the quiet, an unspoken dread resonates,
whispering tales of stars swallowed by oceans,
the genesis of silence fleeing in waves,
a rhythm untamed by time nor thought.
Walk gently upon these ghostly ripples,
where the echoes of bygone solemnities
heed the call of unwritten truths,
and unveil the labyrinth of omens hidden.
As shadows dance in the twilight of the void,
there lies the breath of storm-kissed night,
harboring a portentous intuition,
a fierce glance cast upon the shores of calm.