Across the hollow waves, I hear their tale,
Echoes of forgotten notes, lost in the gale.
They breathe in whispers, weave through currents deep,
Lamenting melodies that the stars keep.
Beyond the horizon's edge, where light kisses the void,
Lies a realm of silver dreams, silently destroyed.
Transmissions from the deep, a code unfurled,
Speak of worlds unseen, of time's reluctant yield.
Beneath waves of twilight hues, a siren's song calls,
Vibrations of destiny, as ancient prophecy falls.
Forgotten Whispers, they say, shall guide the way,
Through spectral echoes where the past seems to sway.
Are we the echoes, or have we the voice?
In the eternal sea, we have no choice,
To dance among currents, of shadows and light,
In the spiral of silence, in the vastness of night.
Odyssey of stars, in parallel streams,
The constellation's tears, weaving mortal dreams.
Let the symphony play, let the astral wind blow,
For in this celestial hymn, we find our flow.
Journey onward to Stellar Echoes, where the heartbeats glow.