Echoes From the Abyss
Hark, the dulcet tones of fading whispers, woven into the tapestry of stars; voices of the ether, singing in tongues forgotten by the waking world.

In the dim lit-halls of the soul's inner sanctum, where shadows breathe like gentle spectres, I find the echoes of yesteryears, resonating with the plaintive sighs of things unspoken.

Murmurings Beneath the Celestial Veil
When silken dreams unravel at dawn's tentative caress, what pearls of wisdom are found in the labyrinthine paths of reverie?

Perchance, they linger in the air, as fragrant tendrils of jasmine, intangible yet potent, the fading whispers beseech understanding.

Ephemeral Riddles of the Heart